The Genre of Trolls - Doria

tan bitan åt gubbin sen som ha’ hennas namn i se, o tåo tan bitan själv, som bár gubbis
namn. Sidan fåor ’un, men kom alder tibák’. To ’un int’ kom ti’bák’, so fåor mannin hennas
osta sök’ et ’in. Han sökt’ ’in som ’an tykt’ verldin rund, men hitta’ ’in int’. Ti’ sliut, to
’an ha’ sökt’ allanstejis o int’ hitta’, so fåor ’an osta sök ti’ skåojin om ’an sku’ hitt’ ’in tär.
Når ’an sökt i skåojin, so kom ’an ti’ e ståost slott, tär in draka ståo’ vakt me’ påosti. Som
kárin så’ ’an, so tykt’ ’an fyr se själv: “va’ nö va’ dö vill, visst stjiuter ja’” Han stjeöt o drakan
föll neder ti’ jåolin. To drakan föll, so ji’ kárin ti’ påostin o byra bult’ på ’an. Når ’an bulta’,
so kom in mamsell o tåo opp ’an. To ’an kom jinom ’an so fréga’ hun ’va ’an ha fy’ ärand.
Han sá’ to ärande’ sett: he ’an sökt’ hustrun sín, som va’ från konunga ríket Mídnattssól.
Som ’an ’a’ sakt he, so’ sá’ hun di mamsellin, he hun va’ huvu’ fy’ all fiular, o om int’ dem
sku’ vit’, so sku’ ful hun sej’, vann konunga ríket Mídnattssól je’. Me’ ti sama so blåst ’in i
in pípu, o to kom allsostes fiular tíd. Hun fréga to óv tem, om int’ dem vejt, vann konungaríket
Mídnattssól je’. Tem vist’ int’ he, men so va’ in fiul bost ännu, in ståor ön, o dem
tråodd’ he han sku’ vit e. Ti’ sliut kom han o. Han ha vari ti’ konunga ríket Mídnattssól, o
tärfyri rekt’ e so leng’ förän han kom fram. To önin kom, so fréga’ hun di mamsellin óv
’an , om ’an int’ vist’ vann konunga ríket Mídnattssól va’. “Jeö’” svara’ önin, o birätta’, he
’an just kom tidan. Hun sá’ to, he ’an sku’ för han di kárin tíd, som söker et’ tsjern’jin sin.
“He ska’ ja’ jer’” svara’ önin, o tåo’ ’an på ryddjin sen, o fåor me’ ’an tíd ’an vila. Når dem
kom’ ti’ konunga ríket Mídnattssól, so va’ tär e ståost slott. Önin, han bulta’ på påostin, he
kárin sku’ slipp’ in. Dem yppna’ påostin, o to kárin kom in, so va’ tär in hejl håop me
mamselder, ti sama gåsuna som briuka’ fälas o tramp’ neder hun di å’sídis jälun. La’ me’
tem va’ o hustrun hans. To ’un fi’ sí ’an, föll ’un ’an om halsin, o tåo’ ’an i stjeöte. Sidan
huld dem jessbode, o he va’ stör än alt anna. To konunjin, vas dåotror tem di mamseldrin
va’ dödd’ so vast han di kárin rejärand i konunga ríket Mídnattssól enda set tills nú. (R II
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13) The Journey to the Kingdom of the Midnight Sun
Once upon a time there was a single farm that had an outlying field that grew well each
year, but every Midsummer’s Eve it was trampled, and they didn’t know who did it. In
the same house there were three sons, and finally they agreed to guard it in turns each
Midsummer’s Eve. The first Midsummer’s Eve the eldest son went to that field to guard
it and took the gun with him. When he came there and was going to start guarding, he
became sleepy and fell asleep. When he woke up, the field was trampled, and they didn’t
know who’d done it. When it was the second Midsummer’s Eve, the middle son took the
gun off the wall and went to the same field to guard it, but he didn’t succeed better than
his brother: he became sleepy and fell asleep, and when he woke up, the field was trampled.
Then, as a year had passed and it was the third Midsummer’s Eve, the third brother
took the gun off the wall and went to that outlying field to guard it. He succeeded better
than the other two: he didn’t fall asleep, but stayed awake. When it was in the middle of
the night, at twelve o’clock a whole lot of geese came and started trampling the field. The
boy fired a shot, and one [of them] remained. As he shot, the geese turned into damsels
and went away. The one he shot, she was only wounded. When the boy came to take a
look, and she was alive, he asked her from where she was. She answered: from “the kingdom
of the midnight sun”. He brought her with him to the farm, and when she was
healed, he started wooing her. Finally, they got married. When she had been at the farm
for some time, she started to yearn and got sad and wanted to return to the kingdom of
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