I had to get up very early for a doctor's appointment; the rest of the day has been work, exhaustion, and steadily pouring rain. Last time I looked at the news it was all burning swastikas and incel terrorist attacks, so here is the one horrific thing that haunted rather than upset me to read: the excavation of the 5th-century massacre at Sandby Borg.
Such an aura of horror clung to the site that when archaeologists went in to uncover the gruesome facts, local people warned them they should keep well away from the green mound within the low stone wall.
It's the namelessness and the persistence that haunts me. No folk history of the killings themselves, no known and remembered dead, but fifteen hundred years later still the echo, strong enough to warn strangers, of the place as wrong. I keep thinking of the phrase quoted in the article, "like a shipwreck but on land." And now you dig into that mound and you take out the dead of that violence whose reputation outlived even the people who committed it. I will be amazed if they don't get draugar.
Such an aura of horror clung to the site that when archaeologists went in to uncover the gruesome facts, local people warned them they should keep well away from the green mound within the low stone wall.
It's the namelessness and the persistence that haunts me. No folk history of the killings themselves, no known and remembered dead, but fifteen hundred years later still the echo, strong enough to warn strangers, of the place as wrong. I keep thinking of the phrase quoted in the article, "like a shipwreck but on land." And now you dig into that mound and you take out the dead of that violence whose reputation outlived even the people who committed it. I will be amazed if they don't get draugar.