“The moon glides, Death rides;
Can’t you see the white spot on the back of my head, Garún, Garún?”
From the Icelandic folklore Deacon of Dark River.
Storytelling and folklore have been a considerable part of Icelandic culture since the Viking age. And Icelandic folklore is notably dark, eerie and at times straight-up scary.
So it fits this holiday season to introduce you all a little bit to one of the most famous Icelandic folklore, “Djákninn af Myrká” (e. The Deacon of Dark River).
This all hallows’ eve, let us bring Halloween to you with a bone-chilling, gloomy tale and some deliciously dark bites that will send you howlin’ at the moon.
Black n´ Burnt Barley
Born out of the darkness. A mad scientist’s experiment, animated to live by a mysterious spark. This pitch-black experience is unlike anything you’ve ever tasted before, with its rich and full flavor that will follow you into the dark.
Coffee + Milk
Any vampire hunter will know how important it is to stay awake and alert. Our Coffee + Milk bar will give you enough boost to stay up all night long. Keep your wits about you and stay sharp with this creamy cortado bar. But remember, keep your guard up. For the night is long and they are coming...
Not everything dark is scary. This delicious dark chocolate has dominant notes of stone fruits and roasted hazelnuts with hints of mummified grapes (raisins) and ripe apricots. A hauntingly tasty bar that will leave you wanting more.
Treat yourself to the best treats this Halloween.
The tale of the Deacon of Dark River:
A deacon who lived on a farm called Myrká (Dark River) had a girlfriend named Guðrún. She lived on farm called Bægisá located on the other side of a big river called Hörgá. One day the deacon rode his horse Faxi to Bægisá to meet Guðrún so they could discuss their plans for Christmas. The deacon promised to ride to Bægisá on Christmas Eve and bring Guðrún to Myrká where they could celebrate the holiday together. But on his way back home that day, the deacon was unexpectedly caught in a heavy storm. He fell into the Hörgá river where he suffered a severe head injury and drowned.
The deacon’s body was found the next day by a farmer and buried a week before Christmas. But the news of his death somehow had not reached Guðrún. On Christmas Eve, as per their arrangement, the deacon arrived at her farm. She had barely finished dressing, and only had time to put on one sleeve of her coat before they were off on their journey. As they rode, his face was hidden by a hat and scarf, but when they came to Hörgá river the horse tripped and the deacons hat fell forward. Guðrún saw his terrible head injury. As the moon shined upon them he said, “The moon fades, death rides. Don’t you see a white spot on the back of my head, Garún , Garún?“ She replied, “I see, what is“. After that, they did not speak a word until they came to the deacon’s farm Myrká. When they got off the horse, the deacon spoke again. “Wait here Garún, Garún. While I move Faxi, Faxi (the deacon’s horse) over the fence, fence”. (In Icelandic folklore, ghosts often speak in verse, repeating the last word of each line.)
When Guðrún noticed an open grave in the graveyard, she felt the deacon trying to pull her into it. By luck, she was only wearing one sleeve of her coat, and when the deacon pulled on her empty sleeve, she was able to break free and run away. As the deacon disappeared into the grave and the grave filled up, she realized that the deacon was dead and she’d encountered his ghost. Guðrún was haunted by the deacon’s ghost throughout the night, the disturbance causing others residing at the farm to lose sleep. An exorcist was summoned who finally put the deacon’s ghost to rest