<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2>
<h3>THE WERWOLVES AND MARAS OF DENMARK</h3>
<p><span class="dc">S</span>INCE so much has already been written upon the subject of werwolves in
Denmark, it is my intention only to touch upon it briefly. It is, I
believe, generally acknowledged that, at one time, werwolves were to be
met with almost daily in Denmark, and that they were almost always of
the male sex; but I can find no records of any particular form of
exorcism practised by the Danes with the object of getting rid of the
werwolf, nor of any spell used by them for the same purpose; neither
does there appear to be, amongst their traditions, any reference to a
lycanthropous flower or stream. Opinions differ as to whether werwolves
are yet to be found in Denmark, but, from all I have heard, I am
inclined to think that they still exist in the more remote districts of
that country.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_226" id="Page_226"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/226.png">226</SPAN>]</span>The following case may be regarded as illustrative of a typical Danish
werwolf:—</p>
<p class="sectctrsc">The Case of Peter Andersen, Werwolf</p>
<p>Peter Andersen, who was a werwolf by descent, his ancestors having been
werwolves for countless generations, fell in love with a beautiful young
girl named Elisa, and without telling her he was a werwolf, for fear
that she would give him up, married her.</p>
<p>Shortly after his marriage, he was returning home one evening with Elisa
from a neighbouring fair, where there had been much merrymaking, when,
suddenly feeling that the metamorphosis was coming on, he got down from
the cart in which they were driving, and said to his wife, very
earnestly, "If anything comes towards you, do not be afraid, and do not
hurt it; merely strike it with your apron." He then ran off at a great
rate into the fields, leaving Elisa very much surprised and impressed. A
few minutes afterwards she heard the howl of a wild animal, and, while
she was holding in the horse and endeavouring to pacify it, a huge grey
wolf suddenly leaped into the road and sprang at her.</p>
<p>Recollecting what her husband had told her, with wonderful presence of
mind she whipped off her apron and struck the wolf <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_227" id="Page_227"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/227.png">227</SPAN>]</span>in the face with it.
The animal tore at the apron, and biting a piece out of it, turned tail
and ran away. Some time afterwards Andersen returned, and holding out to
Elisa the missing piece of her apron, asked if she guessed how he came
by it.</p>
<p>"Good God, man!" Elisa cried, the pupils of her eyes dilating with
terror, "it was you! I know it by the expression in your face. Heaven
preserve me! You're a werwolf!"</p>
<p>"I was a werwolf," Peter said, "but thanks to your brave action in
throwing the apron in my face, I am one no longer. I know I did wrong in
not telling you of my misfortune before we were married, but I dreaded
the idea of losing you. Forgive me, forgive me, I implore you!" and
Elisa, after some slight hesitation, granted his request.</p>
<p>This method of getting rid of the lycanthropous spirit seems to have
been (and still to be) the one most in vogue in Denmark.</p>
<p>Another well-known story, of a similar kind, is to the effect that while
a party of haymakers were at work in a field, a man, who, like Andersen,
had kept the fact of his being a werwolf from his family, feeling that
he was about to be transmuted, gave his son injunctions that if an
animal approached him he was on no account to hurt it, but merely to
throw his hat at it. The boy promising <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_228" id="Page_228"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/228.png">228</SPAN>]</span>to obey, the father hastily left
the field. Some minutes later a grey wolf appeared, swimming a stream.
It rushed at the boy, who, mad with terror, forgot his father's
instructions, and struck at it with a pitchfork.</p>
<p>The prongs of the fork, entering the wolf's side, pierced its heart; and
transmutation again taking place, to the horror of all present there lay
on the ground, not the body of a beast, but the corpse of the boy's
father.</p>
<p>In Denmark it is said that if a woman stretches between four sticks the
membrane of a newly born foal, and creeps through it naked, she will
bring forth children without pain, but all the boys will be werwolves
and the girls maras.</p>
<p>As is the case with the werwolf of other countries, the Danish werwolf
retains its human form by day; but after sunset, unlike the werwolf of
any other nationality, it sometimes adopts the shape of a dog on three
legs before it finally metamorphoses into a wolf.</p>
<p>In addition to these methods (alluded to above) of expelling a
lycanthropous spirit in Denmark, there may be added that of addressing
the obsessed person as a werwolf and reproaching him roundly. But as I
have no proof of the effectiveness of this crude mode of exorcism, I
cannot commit myself to any verdict with regard to it.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_229" id="Page_229"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/229.png">229</SPAN>]</span></p>
<p class="sectctrsc">Maras</p>
<p>The mara, to which I have briefly alluded in a foregoing chapter, is to
be met with in Denmark almost as often as the werwolf; and the
superphysical property, characteristic of the mara no less than of the
werwolf, justifies me in a somewhat detailed description of the former
here.</p>
<p>A mara is popularly understood to be a woman by day and at night a
spirit that torments human beings and horses by sitting astride them and
causing them nightmare.</p>
<p>In the main I agree with this definition; though I am inclined to think
that the mara is, in reality, less hoydenish and more subtle and complex
than public opinion would have us believe. In all probability maras are
women who have either inherited or, by the practice of Black Magic,
acquired the faculty of a certain species of projection—differing from
the projection which is common to both sexes in the following points,
viz., that it can always be accomplished (during certain hours) at will;
that it is invariably practised with the sole desire to do ill; that the
projected spirit is fully conscious of all that is happening around it;
and that it possesses most—if not all—of the faculties, motives, and
nervous susceptibilities of the physical body.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_230" id="Page_230"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/230.png">230</SPAN>]</span>Whatever may be the character of the mara by day, she is essentially
mischievous by night—owing, no doubt, to the fact that this faculty of
projection has come to her through the occult powers inimical to man.</p>
<p>From the complexity of their nature, maras present the same difficulty
of classification as werwolves—both are human, both are Elemental, and
consequently both are an anomaly.</p>
<p>The belief in maras is still prevalent in all parts of Scandinavia,
including Jutland, whence comes the following case which I quote for the
purpose of comparison.</p>
<p class="sectctrsc">A Case of a Mara in Jutland</p>
<p>Some reapers in a field, near a village in Jutland, came one evening
upon a naked woman lying under a hedge, apparently asleep. Much
surprised, they regarded her closely, and at length coming to the
conclusion that her sleep was not natural, they summoned a shepherd who
was generally regarded as very intelligent. On seeing the woman the
shepherd at once said, "She is not a real person, though she looks like
one. She is a mara, and has stripped for the purpose of riding some one
to-night." At this there was loud laughter, and the reapers said, "Tell
us another, Eric. A mara indeed! If this isn't a woman, our mothers are
not women, for she is just as much of flesh and <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_231" id="Page_231"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/231.png">231</SPAN>]</span>blood as they are."
"All right," the shepherd replied, "wait and see." And bending over her,
he whispered something in her ear, whereupon a queer little animal about
two inches long came out of the grass, and running up her body,
disappeared in her mouth. Then Eric pushed her, and she rolled over
three times, then sprang to her feet, and with a wild startled cry
leaped a high bush and disappeared. Nor could they, when they ran to the
other side of the bush, find any traces of her.</p>
<p>Another recorded case is the following:</p>
<p class="sectctrsc">The Mara of Vilvorde</p>
<p>Christine Jansen had two lovers—Nielsen and Osdeven. Nielsen, who was a
very good-looking young man, began to suffer from nightmare. He had the
most appalling dreams of being strangled and suffocated, and they at
last grew so frightful, and proved such a strain on his nerves, that he
was forced to consult a doctor. The doctor attributed the cause to
indigestion, and prescribed a special diet for him. But it was all of no
avail; the bad dreams still continued, and Nielsen's health became more
and more impaired.</p>
<p>At length, when he was almost worn out, having spent the greater part of
many nights reading instead of sleeping, in order to avoid <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_232" id="Page_232"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/232.png">232</SPAN>]</span>the
frightful visions, he happened to mention his insufferable condition to
Osdeven. Far from ridiculing his rival, Osdeven, with great earnestness,
encouraged him to relate everything that had happened to him in his
sleep; and when Nielsen had done so, exclaimed, "I'll tell you what it
is—these dreams you have are not ordinary nightmares; they are due to a
mara—I know their type well."</p>
<p>"To a mara!" Nielsen cried; "how ridiculous! Why not say to a
mise—or—grim? It would be equally sensible; they are all idle
superstitions."</p>
<p>"So you say now," Osdeven rejoined, "but wait! When you get into bed
to-night, lie on your back, and in your right hand hold a sharp knife on
your breast, the point upwards. Remain in this attitude from between
eleven o'clock till two, and see what happens."</p>
<p>Nielsen laughed, but all the same decided to do as Osdeven suggested.
Night came, and, knife in hand, he lay in his bed.</p>
<p>Minutes passed, and nothing happening, he was beginning to think what a
fool he was for wasting his time thus, when suddenly he perceived
bending over him the luminous figure of a beautiful nude woman, whom, to
his utter astonishment, he identified as Christine Jansen—Christine
Jansen in all but expression. The expression in the eyes he now looked
into was <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_233" id="Page_233"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/233.png">233</SPAN>]</span>not human—it was hellish. The figure got on the bed and was
in the act of sitting astride him, when it came in contact with the
knife. Then it uttered a frightful scream of baffled rage and pain, and
vanished.</p>
<p>Nielsen, shaking with terror and dreading another visitation, struck a
light. The point of his knife was dripping with blood.</p>
<p>An hour later, overcome with weariness, he fell asleep, and for the
first time for weeks his slumber was sound and undisturbed. Awaking in
the morning much refreshed, he would have attributed his experience to
imagination or to a dream, had it not been for the spots of blood on the
bedclothes and the stains on his knife, and this evidence, as to the
reality of what had happened, was strengthened by his discovery of
certain circumstances in connexion with Miss Jansen, towards whom his
sentiments had now undergone a complete change.</p>
<p>Curious to learn if anything had befallen her, he made cautious
inquiries, and was informed that owing to a sudden indisposition—the
nature of which was carefully hidden from him—she had been ordered
abroad, where, in all probability, she would remain indefinitely.</p>
<p>Nielsen now had no more nightmare, and he and Osdeven, becoming firm
friends, agreed that the next time they fell in love they would take
good care it was not with a mara.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_234" id="Page_234"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/234.png">234</SPAN>]</span>Another method of getting rid of maras was to sprinkle the air with
sand, at the same time uttering a brief incantation. For example, in a
village on the borders of Schleswig-Holstein, a woman who suffered
agonies from nightmare consulted a man locally reported to be well
versed in occult matters.</p>
<p>"Make your mind easy," said this man, after she had described her dreams
to him; "I will soon put an end to your disturbances. It is a mara that
is tormenting you. Don't be frightened if she suddenly manifests herself
when I sprinkle this sand, for there will be nothing very alarming in
her appearance, and she won't be able to harm you." He then proceeded to
scatter several handfuls about the room, repeating as he did so a brief
incantation.</p>
<p>He was still occupied thus, when, without a moment's warning, the figure
of a very tall, naked woman appeared crouching on the bed. With a yell
of rage she leaped on to the floor, her eyes flashing, and her lips
twitching convulsively; and raising her hands as if she would like to
scratch the incantator's face to pieces, she rushed furiously at him.</p>
<p>Far from being intimidated, however, he quite coolly dashed a handful of
sand in her eyes, whereupon she instantly disappeared. "Now," he said,
turning to the lady, who was <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_235" id="Page_235"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/235.png">235</SPAN>]</span>half dead with terror, "you won't have the
nightmare again"—which prophecy proved to be correct.</p>
<p>These instances will, I think, suffice to show the similarity between
werwolves and maras. Both anomalies are dependent on properties of an
entirely baneful nature; and both properties are either hereditary,
having been established in families through the intercourse of those
families in ages past with the superphysical Powers inimical to man; or
are capable of being acquired through the practice of Black Magic.</p>
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