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One Story, Two Tongues
The Norse Ragnar: a legendary serpent-slayer who wins his bride and his by-name in tar-boiled breeches. Hold this version — then meet its Danish twin.
The hairy breeches
Ragnar Lodbrok enters legend as a young king of Denmark hungry for a deed to make his name. He hears of Þóra, daughter of an earl, the fairest of women — and of the guardian that keeps her: a creature that began as a little worm laid on her gold as a pet, and grew, coiling about her bower, devouring an ox a day, until no man dared approach.[1]
Ragnar had breeches and a cape made of shaggy hide and boiled them in pitch and tar against the venom; then he rolled in sand, took his spear, and waded in alone to kill the serpent and claim Þóra.[2] The grotesque armoured trousers won him both a wife and the by-name that would outlast everything else about him: loðbrók — Hairy-Breeches. It is a fairy-tale opening, and a deliberate one: this is a fornaldarsaga, a saga of the old legendary age, where the laws are those of myth, not the careful feud-law of Iceland.
The source text · 2
HERRAUD was the name of a rich and mighty jarl in Gautland; he was married and had a daughter named Thora. She was fairest of women, and most courteous in all accomplishments that it is better to have than to lack. She was called by the surname Borghart, because she surpassed all other women in beauty as the hart does other beasts. The Jarl loved his daughter dearly; he had a bower built for her not far from the royal hall, with a fence of wooden stakes about it. He made it his custom to send something to his daughter for her entertainment every day, and he said that he would maintain this custom of his always. It is told that one day he sent her a little snake, very fair to behold, and the worm seemed very comely to her; she put it in her chest and gave it gold to lie on.— ragnars saga
The little worm grows monstrous about Þóra's bower (Schlauch 1930).
He had clothes made for himself of a wondrous sort; they were shaggy breeches and a shaggy fur cape, and when they were ready he had them boiled in pitch. After that he put them aside and kept them.— ragnars saga
Ragnar's tar-boiled shaggy breeches; he slays the serpent (Schlauch 1930).
Saxo tells the very same serpent-and-shaggy-breeches origin, independently, in Latin — the match is too close to be coincidence. The episode is older than either book.
The serpent and the shaggy breeches
The clearest agreement between the two traditions is the story that gives Ragnar his very name. In Saxo, exactly as in the Norse saga, Ragnar desires the princess Thora, whose hand is guarded by a monstrous serpent; many suitors have died trying.[1] Ragnar has himself clad in rough, shaggy garments — hairy hides — as protection against the creature's venom, wades in, and kills it, winning Thora.[2]
And in both sources the same detail follows: afterward his rough hairy clothing is remarked upon, and from it he gets his by-name — loðbrók, 'Shaggy-' or 'Hairy-Breeches'.[2] This is no vague resemblance; it is the same episode, with the same hero, the same serpent, the same protective shaggy dress, the same resulting nickname, told independently in Icelandic and in Danish Latin. When a story matches that closely across two separate traditions, it is strong evidence that the episode is genuinely old — older than either written version, a shared inheritance both the Icelanders and Saxo drew from. The serpent-and-breeches is the firmest single corroboration the atlas has yet found between the Norse and the Latin.
The source text · 2
Afterwards, changing his love, and desiring Thora, the daughter of the King Herodd, to wife, Ragnar divorced himself from Ladgerda; for he thought ill of her trustworthiness, remembering that she had long ago set the most savage beasts to destroy him. Meantime Herodd, the King of the Swedes, happening to go and hunt in the woods, brought home some snakes, found by his escort, for his daughter to rear. She speedily obeyed the instructions of her father, and endured to rear a race of adders with her maiden hands. Moreover, she took care that they should daily have a whole ox-carcase to gorge upon, not knowing that she was privately feeding and keeping up a public nuisance. The vipers grew up, and scorched the country-side with their pestilential breath. Whereupon the king, repenting of his sluggishness, proclaimed that whosoever removed the pest should have his daughter.— gesta danorum
Ragnar desires Thora, guarded by the serpent (Elton 1894).
After Ragnar had thus triumphed the king scanned his dress closely, and saw that he was rough and hairy; but, above all, he laughed at the shaggy lower portion of his garb, and chiefly the uncouth aspect of his breeches; so that he gave him in jest the nickname of Lodbrog. Also he invited him to feast with his friends, to refresh him after his labours. Ragnar said that he would first go back to the witnesses whom he had left behind. He set out and brought them back, splendidly attired for the coming feast. At last, when the banquet was over, he received the prize that was appointed for the victory. By her he begot two nobly-gifted sons, Radbard and Dunwat. These also had brothers—Siward, Biorn, Agnar, and Iwar.— gesta danorum
Ragnar's rough hairy dress gives him the by-name loðbrók (Elton 1894).
But Saxo's Ragnar is a sober dynastic king, not a tragic legend — and his cold strategist son Iwar is the same character as the Norse Ívarr the Boneless, remembered in two tongues. Shared figure, different frame.
Iwar's unmoved face
The sons of Ragnar are central to Saxo as to the Norse, and one scene shows the two traditions converging on the same character. When word comes of the catastrophe touching Ragnar's people — through the enmity of Ella in the British Isles — Ragnar's sons react, and Saxo singles out the eldest, Iwar: he is at the games when the news arrives, and he keeps 'an unmoved countenance', mastering his grief utterly, where his brother Siward is so distracted by emotion that he wounds himself.[1]
This is unmistakably the same figure as the Norse Ívarr the Boneless — the coldest and cleverest of the brood, the one whose self-command and strategic mind set him apart. The Norse made his strangeness physical (born boneless, carried into battle); Saxo makes it purely temperamental (the man who shows no feeling and plans while others rage). But the essential character — the brother who turns grief into cold calculation and out-thinks everyone — is identical across both sources. It is another corroboration: not just shared episodes, but a shared personality, remembered the same way in Iceland and Denmark, which is even harder to invent independently than a plot.
The source text · 1
Iwar heard of this disaster as he happened to be looking on at the games. Nevertheless, he kept an unmoved countenance, and in nowise broke down. Not only did he dissemble his grief and conceal the news of his father's death, but he did not even allow a clamour to arise, and forbade the panic-stricken people to leave the scene of the sports. Thus, loth to interrupt the spectacle by the ceasing of the games, he neither clouded his countenance nor turned his eyes from public merriment to dwell upon his private sorrow; for he would not fall suddenly into the deepest melancholy from the height of festal joy, or seem to behave more like an afflicted son than a blithe captain.— gesta danorum
Iwar keeps an unmoved countenance at the games while Siward is distracted (Elton 1894).
Now Baldr, the Norse way: the gentle, beloved god murdered by a mistletoe dart through Loki's malice — a death of pure pathos, the omen of the world's end.
The death of Baldr
The turning-point of the whole mythology is a death. Baldr, the fairest and best-loved of the gods, is troubled by dreams of his own doom, so his mother Frigg takes an oath from all things — fire, water, iron, beasts, sickness — never to harm him. Only the mistletoe is passed over, thought too young and slight to swear.[1] Secure, the gods make sport of Baldr's invulnerability, hurling weapons that will not bite.
But Loki learns of the mistletoe, fashions a dart of it, and puts it in the hand of the blind god Höðr, Baldr's brother, guiding his aim — and Baldr falls dead.[2] The grief is beyond words; the gods stand stricken and helpless.[3] They send a messenger riding nine nights down to Hel to beg Baldr back, and Hel will yield him only if every single thing in the world weeps for him — but one giantess (Loki in disguise) refuses, and Baldr must stay among the dead. With Baldr's death and failed ransom, the bright thing at the heart of the gods' world is lost, and the long slide to Ragnarök has begun. It is the saddest story the North told.
The source text · 3
"But when Loki Laufeyarson saw this, it pleased him ill that Baldr took no hurt. He went to Fensalir to Frigg, and made himself into the likeness of a woman. Then Frigg asked if that woman knew what the Æsir did at the Thing. She said that all were shooting at Baldr, and moreover, that he took no hurt. Then said Frigg: 'Neither weapons nor trees may hurt Baldr: I have taken oaths of them all.' Then the woman asked: 'Have all things taken oaths to spare Baldr?' and Frigg answered: 'There grows a tree-sprout alone westward of Valhall: it is called Mistletoe; I thought it too young to ask the oath of.' Then straightway the woman turned away; but Loki took Mistletoe and pulled it up and went to the Thing.— gylfaginning
Loki learns of the mistletoe, the one thing unsworn (Brodeur 1916).
"Hödr stood outside the ring of men, because he was blind. Then spake Loki to him: 'Why dost thou not shoot at Baldr?' He answered: 'Because I see not where Baldr is; and for this also, that I am weaponless.' Then said Loki: 'Do thou also after the manner of other men, and show Baldr honor as the other men do. I will direct thee where he stands; shoot at him with this wand.' Hödr took Mistletoe and shot at Baldr, being guided by Loki: the shaft flew through Baldr, and he fell dead to the earth; and that was the greatest mischance that has ever befallen among gods and men.— gylfaginning
Loki guides blind Höðr's hand with the mistletoe dart (Brodeur 1916).
"Then, when Baldr was fallen, words failed all the Æsir, and their hands likewise to lay hold of him; each looked at the other, and all were of one mind as to him who had wrought the work, but none might take vengeance, so great a sanctuary was in that place. But when the Æsir tried to speak, then it befell first that weeping broke out, so that none might speak to the others with words concerning his grief. But Odin bore that misfortune by so much the worst, as he had most perception of how great harm and loss for the Æsir were in the death of Baldr.— gylfaginning
Baldr fallen; the Æsir stricken speechless (Brodeur 1916).
And Saxo's Balder: not an innocent victim but an aggressive half-god, killed in open war over a woman. One death, two opposite meanings — yet both keep the invulnerable-save-one-thing core. The difference IS the evidence.
Balder slain
At last Hother gets his chance. Meeting Balder on the road, he plunges his fated sword into the demigod's side and deals him a mortal wound.[1] Balder lingers, dying slowly of the hurt no ordinary weapon could have given, and then he dies — not weeping in a peaceful hall, but bleeding from a battlefield stroke, killed by the mortal rival who loved the same woman.
The contrast with the Edda could hardly be sharper, and that is the whole point of reading them together. The Norse Baldr dies passively, the innocent victim of another's malice, and his death is a grief that dooms the world. Saxo's Balder dies actively defeated, the aggressor brought down by a hero's hand and a fated blade, and his death is the climax of a war he started. Same son of Odin, same one-fated-weapon, same death-to-be-avenged — but the meaning is inverted: tragedy of innocence in one, defeat of an overreacher in the other. Two cultures took the same inherited story and pointed its moral in opposite directions. The bridge between them, in this atlas, is the single shared node — the death of Baldr — wearing two faces at once.
The source text · 1
Retracing the path by which he had come, he went back on the same road, and meeting Balder plunged his sword into his side, and laid him low half dead. When the news was told to the soldiers, a cheery shout of triumph rose from all the camp of Hother, while the Danes held a public mourning for the fate of Balder. He, feeling no doubt of his impending death, and stung by the anguish of his wound, renewed the battle on the morrow; and, when it raged hotly, bade that he should be borne on a litter into the fray, that he might not seem to die ignobly within his tent. On the night following, Proserpine was seen to stand by him in a vision, and to promise that on the morrow he should have her embrace. The boding of the dream was not idle; for when three days had passed, Balder perished from the excessive torture of his wound; and his body given a royal funeral, the army causing it to be buried in a barrow which they had made.— gesta danorum
Hother plunges his sword into Balder's side — the mortal wound (Elton 1894).
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