It will probably not surprise you to know that much of the mythology of Finland and Lapland is concerned with impossible quests which ineluctably lead to destruction. Louhi was queen of the bleak realm of Pohjola as well as being a sorceress, a shapeshifter, and possibly a demigoddess. She possessed several daughters of ineffable loveliness. In order to win the hand of one of these beauties, a hero had to pass a test stipulated by Louhi. These tasks were always impossible or very nearly so. Additionally if a hero somehow seemed to be on the brink of accomplishing his quest, Louhi would use her sorcery to ensure that he failed.
My favorite of these myths concerns the hero Lemminkäinen, a warrior and shaman who fell in love with one of Louhi’s daughters. Louhi promised the maiden’s hand to Lemminkäinen only if the hero could bring back the lifeless body of the swan of Tuonela. Tuonela was the Finnish underworld, a magic haunted island ruled over by the dark god Tuoni. Getting there was no easy task and returning was much harder (several other stories about suitors seeking the daughters of Louhi involve Tuonela and its dreadful snares). The swan was a transcendent being which swam around the island of the dead singing.
After great travails Lemminkäinen made it to the underworld and he found the magic swan, but as he drew his arms to kill the bird, Louhi’s cruel guile became apparent. The swan began to sing a haunting song of divine beauty. The golden notes described life’s splendor and its heartache—the wordless music summarizing everything that people long for and care about in their journey from the cradle to the grave. The impossible sadness and magnificence of the song moved Lemminkäinen’s heart and he realized he could not kill the great bird. As Lemminkäinen faltered, he was spotted by the gods of the underworld. Infuriated that anyone should threaten the great swan, Tuoni’s blind son sent a poisonous watersnake to bite the suitor. Lemminkäinen tried to sing away the venom with a shaman spell but he knew no words of magic against watersnakes. The whirlpool of the river of death caught him and his body was ripped into pieces which sank among the underwater boulders.
Lemminkäinen did not return home and his aged mother began to worry about him. She went through the world seeking him in the dark forests of the south and in the lichen-shrouded wastes of the north. She spoke to bird and bear and deer and fish looking for her son. She questioned the yellow moon and the silver stars but they were indifferent. Finally she prostrated herself before the red sun as it set in the west and the sun god gave her the terrible answer that Lemminkäinen was lifeless, cut to bits in the black river of Tuonela. Broken with grief she went to the smith god Ilmarinen and begged him to make a huge dragging rake for her with a copper handle and steel tines. Then she went to the river and laboriously found the many waterlogged fragments of Lemminkäinen’s corpse. She pieced the shattered bones and torn sinews together and sang the most powerful songs of healing magic to reassemble the body, but still her son remained lifeless. All of her prayers and supplications and lamentations went unheeded by all gods and creatures save for one. A little bee landed in front of her and promised to help.
Furiously buzzing her wings, the tiny insect flew away up into the sky and then farther up to the vault of heaven. She crossed Orion’s shoulder and flew across the great bear’s tail. Finally she reached the heavenly abode of of Jumala, the Creator God, where he had crafted the universe. The bee flew through the immense palace until she found a golden vessel filled with healing honey. Then the little bee took a drop of the honey and flew down through the stars back to Lemminkäinen’s mother. Together they placed the honey on his tongue and color came back to his lifeless form. He struggled and shuddered and then gasped for air, waking from the world of death with its whirlpools and dark waters. But the swan’s haunting song was with him all of his days as was knowledge of what waits in the death’s dream isle at the end of the world.
And that’s how Lemminkäinen learned that Louhi’s daughter was an unsuitable bride.
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September 10, 2011 at 11:57 AM
Diana
Nothing like a mother heroine. Woo!
September 15, 2011 at 2:14 PM
Hieronymo
Everyone and everything in this story has an element of heroism except for Lemminkäinen, the putative hero, who seems like a bit of a tool.
October 21, 2011 at 5:00 PM
Jack Brin
The art is quite wonderful.
August 28, 2012 at 2:42 PM
Salomea Wrona
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One of the most beautiful themes ever written in classical music
December 22, 2012 at 11:06 AM
enten radau
while searching in the KALEVALA I came to the idea to look for connections to SIBELIUS. Thankful for your delicious article, strating with a swan and ending with an “unsuitable bride”.. My mother was beekeeper (imker ; germ. / IMME: word for BEE in flat-german (language in northern germany) as well as in bee-business-language.
whilst working over my art-serie “brides” (8 pictures& frames), starting with 1.: “sleeping bride” and ending with “ultrabride”, I now have to to add a ninth issue, the “unsuitable bride”. how it will look like, I’ll send you when it’s ready.
thanks for the inspiration – I will mention it in the official titel (I always do that, in a new way in art-business of letting take part all people, who gave inspiration in any way, and also to share with them – you in this case – the money, if I will ever come to sell my art-concept “brides”.
for more information you can always contact me: culture_club_sfr@gmx.de
0049 – 176 84323438 (O2)
December 25, 2012 at 9:01 PM
Wayne
Thanks for the compliment! I can’t wait to see your “brides” series–it sounds like a great idea and I am happy to provide further inspiration (although the real credit goes to Finnish mythmakers).
July 29, 2013 at 12:34 PM
Jessie
I’ve just read your explanation of the story of the Swan of Tuonela. Thank you so much for satisfying the curiosity of an old lady and for telling the story in such a clear way. Lovely.
October 6, 2013 at 9:53 AM
Immo
I´m sorry to inform you that your account of the tale is partly wrong. Lemminkäinen is not mesmerized by the swans song, nor is he killed by the gods. The swan never sings. Instead Lemminkäinen is killed by the blind man from Pohjola who seeks revenge against him. (15th song). Otherwise a nice recount.
October 13, 2013 at 8:41 PM
Wayne
Well…maybe not in the Kalevala; but these are myths we speak of.
November 7, 2013 at 12:40 PM
Xenophon
Loved your version; never let truth get in the way of a good story.
November 7, 2013 at 1:28 PM
Wayne
I would agree emphatically with you, Xenophon, but I am too busy being pecked by this giant glowing swan which just appeared from nowhere…
September 5, 2015 at 1:21 AM
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This is a fascinating tale. I love reading it.
September 5, 2015 at 7:48 AM
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May 31, 2020 at 9:57 PM
Amanda Gunasekara
I can’t imagine anyone wanting to marry a man after they killed a Swan for them. I’d be screaming and running for my life. I guess that was what the Queen wanted too. But the story is good, the Swan gets to live and the Bee saves the day! ❤
June 9, 2020 at 3:37 PM
Wayne
Swan-slaying is not what I look for in a mate either…however, given the number and intensity of swan myths I would say the swan-killing concept has something to do with the human need to possess and control beauty (even when such attempts destroy or taint that selfsame beauty). With that in mind, it sounds like running away screaming is still absolutely the right choice! (although you might be running away from artists and taste-makers as much as from cygnet-hunting noblemen).