This story is based on original Viking Age poems
THE LEGEND ABOUT THE NORSE GODDESS Gefjun
Gefjun - Gefiun - Gefion - Gefjon
Long before the world became as it is today, there was a King named Gylfi. The King presided over a vast territory and truly loved his land. He had created a powerful army consisting only of the bravest and strongest of women and men so that he could sleep peacefully.
But King Gylfi, so assured of the strength of his army, failed to see that the worthiest opponent he would ever meet looked nothing like he could expect. Her name was Gefjun. She came from the East, in a carriage drawn by four magnificent oxen. With her dark eyes and black hair, it was claimed that she was a sorceress. King Gylfi was not immune to her exotic mystique and offered her half his fortune if only she would stay. To the King’s surprise, Gefjun refused. She was not a trophy to be bought and displayed.
The King, so accustomed to endless admiration, was outraged. Surely there must be something amongst his riches that would please this mysterious woman. He approached Gefjun again, offering her as much land as she could plough in one day and one night. She accepted and set off with her oxen. Satisfied, the King retired to his longhouse.
When he awoke, Gefjun could not be seen anywhere. By the time the King had gathered his army, Gefjun and her oxen had already dragged the landmass so far away that there was now an ocean between them. All the astonished King could do was to watch, as he lost both the woman he desired and parts of his precious land.
Gefjun lived to old age on her own land, happy and free and the King cursed the day he had tried to bribe her away from her independence. Therefore, in this time before remembrance, it was known that true affection can never be purchased and that it is always up to you to create your own promised land.
Founder of Soldiser, designer & Norse mythology enthusiast from Skåne, Sweden.