~The Brook Horse

Art by Theodor Kittelsen. 

Bäckahästen or bækhesten 
(translated as the brook horse)
is a mythological horse in Scandinavian folklore.
It has a close parallel in the Scottish kelpie.

It was often described as a majestic white horse
that would appear near rivers, particularly during
foggy weather. Anyone who climbed onto its back
would not be able to get off again.
The horse would then jump into the river,
drowning the rider.
The brook horse could also be harnessed and
made to plough, either because it was trying to
trick a person or because the person
had tricked the horse into it. 

Art by *B-Dub33
 

A long time ago, there was a girl who was not only pretty but also big and strong. She worked as a maid on a farm by Lake Hjärtasjön in southern Nerike.
She was ploughing with the farm's horse on one
of the fields by the lake. It was springtime
and beautiful weather.
The birds chirped and the wagtails flitted in
the tracks of the girl and the horse in order to pick worms. All of a sudden, a horse appeared out of the lake.
It was big and beautiful, bright in colour and
with large spots on the sides. The horse had
a beautiful mane which fluttered in the wind
and a tail that trailed on the ground.
The horse pranced for the girl to show her how
beautiful he was. The girl, however, knew that it
was the brook horse and ignored it.
Then the brook horse came closer and closer
and finally he was so close that he could bite the
farm horse in the mane.
The girl hit the brook horse with the bridle
and cried: "Disappear you scoundrel, or you'll
have to plough so you'll never forget it."
As soon as she had said this, the brook horse
had changed places with the farm horse,
and the brook horse started ploughing the field
with such speed that soil and stones whirled
in its wake, and the girl hung like a mitten from
the plough. Faster than the cock crows seven times,
the ploughing was finished and the brook horse
headed for the lake, dragging both the plough and the girl. But the girl had a piece of steel in her pocket,
and she made the sign of the cross.
Immediately she fell down on the ground,
and she saw the brook horse disappear into the
lake with the plough. She heard a frustrated neighing
when the brook horse understood that his trick had failed. Until this day, a deep track can be seen in the field. (Hellström 1985:16)
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