Leggi in Italiano

 Concealed death

LORD OLAF AND THE ELVES 
SCANDINAVIAN VARIANTS
BRITISH AND AMERICAN VERSIONS
FRENCH VERSIONS
ITALIAN VERSION

Professor Child collected the summary of a version from Brittany that is likely to be the link between the Scandinavian variants and the south of Europe ones.

BRETON TALE: The Count Nann

The count Nann and his wife were married at the respective ages of thirteen and twelve. The next year a son was born. The young husband asked the countess if she had a fancy for anything. She said that she should like a bit of game, and he took his lance and went to the wood. At the entrance of the wood he met a fairy (a dwarf in other versions). The fairy said that she had long been looking for him. “Now that I have met you, you must marry me.” “Marry you? Not I. I am married already.” “Choose either to die in three days or to lie sick in bed seven (three in other versions) years” and then die. He would rather die in three days, for his wife is very young, and would suffer greatly. On reaching home the young man called to his mother to make his bed; he should never get up again. He recounted his meeting with the fairy, and begged that his wife might not be informed of his death.
The countess asked: “What has happened to my husband that he doesn’t come home to see me?” She was told that he had gone to the wood to get her something. “Why were the men-servants weeping?” The best horse had been drowned in bathing him. She said they were not to weep; others should be brought. “Why were the maids weeping?” Linen had been lost in washing. They must not weep the loss would be supplied. “Why are the priests chanting (or the bells tolling)?” A poor person whom they had lodged had died in the night. “What dress should she wear for her churching – red or blue?” The custom had come in of wearing black.
On arriving at the church she saw that the earth had been disturbed; why was this? “I can no longer conceal it”, said her mother-in-law: “Your husband is dead.” “Take my keys, take care of my son; I will stay with his father.” (from here)

We find the same story in the French medieval ballad Le Roi Renaud which in the Occitan language becomes Comte Arnau (Arnau is Renaud). The rediscovery of the ballad of medieval origin takes place in full romantic fervor from the nationalisms and the antiquarian taste of traditional songs. I therefore refer to the excellent treatment of Christian Souchon for all the interweaving and in-depth analysis on the subject of Concealed Death  in  France (here).

Breton Ballad: An Aotrou Nann hag ar Gorrigan

In Brittany the ballad “Aotroù Nann” (Sir Nann and the Fairy) is circulated in dozens of versions but the pattern is always identical: the meeting with the fairy, the refusal of the knight, the choice to die slowly among the toments or by a fulminant death and the concealment of knight death to his young bride about to give birth. The rest are details varied according to singer taste. (see here and here).

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FRENCH VERSION: LE ROI RENAUD

The French version sends king back home from war, wounded to death. (no enchanted forest and fairy here!) To his queen they concealed his death until his burial,probably because they do not want to create complications in the imminence of childbirth. However, after giving birth and finally getting out of bed to go to mass (and after a kilometer ballad full of concealment) The ballad ends tragically with queen who invokes death and immediately the earth opens up from under her feet swallowing her.

Even today the ballad is sung by folk singers  with medieval-inspired arrangements.
Pierre Bensusan
Le Poème Harmonique from Aux marches du palais

I Le roi Renaud de guerre vint tenant ses tripes dans ses mains. Sa mère était sur le créneau qui vit venir son fils Renaud. II – Renaud, Renaud, réjouis-toi! Ta femme est accouché d’un roi! – Ni de ma femme ni du fils je ne saurais me réjouir. III Allez ma mère, allez devant, faites-moi faire un beau lit blanc. Guère de temps n’y resterai: à la minuit trépasserai. IV Mais faites-le moi faire ici-bas que l’accouchée n’l’entende pas. Et quand ce vint sur la minuit, le roi Renaud rendit l’esprit.. V Il ne fut pas le matin jour tous les valets pleuraient très tous. Il ne fut temps de déjeuner que les servantes ont pleuré. VI – Mais dites-moi, mère, m’amie, que pleurent nos valets ici ? – Ma fille, en lavant nos chevaux ont laissé noyer le plus beau. VII – Oh pourquoi donc, mère m’amie, pour un cheval pleurer ainsi ? Quand Renaud reviendra, plus beaux chevaux ramènera. VIII – Et dites-moi, mère m’amie, que pleurent nos servantes ici ? – Ma fille, en lavant nos linceuls ont laissé aller le plus neuf. XIX – Oh pourquoi donc, mère m’amie, pour un linceul pleurer ainsi ? Quand Renaud reviendra, plus beau linceul ramènera. X – Ah, dites-moi, mère m’amie, Qu’est-ce que j’entends cogner ici ? – Ma fille, ce sont les charpentiers Qui raccommodent le plancher. XI – Ah ! Dites-moi, mère m’amie, Pourquoi les cloches sonnent ici ? – Ma fille, c’est la procession Qui sort pour les rogations.  (1) XII – Mais, dites-moi, mère m’amie, C’est que j’entends chanter ici ? – Ma fille, c’est la procession Qui fait le tour de la maison. XIII Or quand ce fut passé huit jours, A voulut faire ses atours. Or, quand ce fut pour relever, à la messe  (2) elle voulut aller, XIV – Mais dites-moi, mère m’amie, quel habit mettrai-je aujourd’hui ? – Mettez le blanc, mettez le gris, mettez le noir pour mieux choisir. XV – Mais dites-moi, mère m’amie, qu’est-ce que ce noir-là signifie – A femme relèvant d’enfant, le noir lui est bien plus séant. XVI Mais quand elles fut parmi les champs, Trois pastoureaux allaient disant : – Voici la femme du seignour Que l’on enterra l’autre jour ! XVII – Ah ! Dites-moi, mère m’amie, Que disent ces pastoureaux-ci ? – Il disent de presser le pas, Ou que la messe n’aura pas. XVIII Or quand elle fut dans l’église entrée, un cierge on lui a présenté. Aperçoit en s’agenouillant la terre fraîche sous son banc. XIX – Ah ! Dites-moi, mère m’amie, pourquoi la terre est rafraîchie? – Ma fille, ne puis plus vous celer, Renaud est mort et enterré. XX Puisque le roi Renaud est mort, voici la clé (3) de mon trésor. Voici mes bagues et mes joyaux, prenez bien soin du fils Renaud. XXI Terre, ouvre-toi, terre fends-toi, que j’aille avec Renaud, mon roi! Terre s’ouvrit, et se fendit, et ci fut la belle engloutie.

English translation* I King Renaud comes back from the war, Holding his guts in his hands. His mother who was on the battlement, Saw her son Renaud come. II – Renaud, Renaud, cheer you up! Your wife has given birth to a king! – Neither for my wife, nor for my son, May I cheer up. III Go, my mother, hurry up. Have a fine white bed set ready for me; I have short time to remain here: By midnight I shall pass away. IV But have it done it down here So my wife in childbirth will not hear! And when midnight came, King Renaud gave back his soul. V Morning had not broken yet, And soon the valets were all weeping. And even before breakfast, All the maidservants have wept. VI – Tell me my mother dear, What are our valets weeping for? – My daughter, while washing our horses, They let the finest drown. VII – And why, mother dear, Such a weeping for a horse? When King Renaud comes back, He will bring finer horses. VIII – Ah! Tell me, my mother dear, why do our women servants weep? – Dear, while washing our linen sheets they have lost the newest. XIX -And why, mother dear, should they weep so for a linen sheet? When King Renaud returns, he will buy finer linen sheets. X – Ah! Tell me, my mother dear, What are those beatings I hear? – My daughter, it’s the carpenters Repairing the floor. XI – Ah! Tell me, mother dear What do I hear ringing here? – My daughter, it is the procession, Going out for the rogations.(1). XII – Ah! Tell me, mother dear, What are the priests singing here? – My daughter, it is the procession, Turning round the house. XIII And when eight days had passed, She wanted to dress up to the nines. And when she could get up She wanted to go to the Mass. XIV -Ah! Tell me mother dear, Which dress shall I wear today? – Wear the white, wear the grey, Wear the black to choose best XV – Ah! Tell me mother dear, What does this black mean? -To a woman who has given birth to a child, Black is the most convenient. XVI But when they were amidst the fields Three shepherds were saying: -Look at the wife of that lord Who was buried the other day! XVII -Ah! Tell me mother dear, What are those shepherds saying? _ They say to hurry up, Otherwise we’ll miss the Mass. XVIII When she stepped inside the church She was given a church candle. he realized, while kneeling, That the earth was fresh under her bench. XIX – Ah, Tell me, mother dear Why is the earth fresh here? – My daughter, I cannot hide it any longer: Renaud is dead and buried. XX Since King Renaud is dead, Here are the keys to my treasure. Take my rings and my jewels, Feed well Renaud’s son! XXI Earth, open up! Earth, burst open! Let me join Renaud, my king! Earth opened up, earth burst open, And the beauty was swallowed.

NOTES
* from here and here
1) the rogations were processional chants mixed with prayers with which they went to bless the fields in the three days before Ascension (continued)
2) at one time woman was considered impure after childbirth and she could return to the community only after 40 days. The ballad reflects an archaic conception of woman in marriage: her only role is to generate descent and her destiny is to follow her husband in death. In reality, in the Middle Ages, high-ranking widows were conveniently remarried or sended in a convent.
3) the married woman was entrusted with house keys, pantry and wardrobe and they hanged them on the belt as a hallmark of their rank
4) holy ground for church

OCCITAN VERSION: LO COMTE ARNAUD

We realize immediately that death does not occur because of an evil mermaid or fairy. The war is responsible for the tragedy. The tale becomes more realistic and universal and stresses on the dramatisation by focusing more on the concealed death.
Arnau joins in a war, he is wounded and comes back at the beginning of summer (on Saint John’s day). He asks to have his bed made and after his last conversation with his mother he announces his death. Once the magical elements have been disregarded and substituted by a more realistic view of life, the second part can continue by adapting the version from Brittany to the story. The most important difference is that the hero’s wife has just given birth to a child. That makes the story more dramatic and the concealed death creates a sympathetic suspense in the audience until it is revealed. This is a common trait in most European variants. Another curiosity found in most versions concerns the dress she will have to wear while going to church: it must be black! It is basically a theatrical device. The listeners of ballads used to visualize the story with their third eye and could “see” the mother in law who actually spoke to them. It was as if she said: “You and I know why I have answered so.” The story is then similar to a Greek tragedy, like Oedipus King. We know the truth, but the characters do not; the truth will be revealed only in the topic and dramatic moment of the tragedy. In both cases the concealed truth gives vent to pietas as sympathetic attention toward the fragile and mortal. It is in this way that the tragedy of Arnau’s wife, amplified by the birth of a child, becomes a projection of something already lived, or hypothetically lived, in which we all recognize ourselves. With all the other listeners we become a sort of silent Greek chorus expressing a feeling of pietas. (from here)
Rosina de Pèira & Martina from Cançons de femnas 1980

I Lo comte Arnau, lo chivalièr, dins lo Piemont va batalhier. Comte Arnau, ara tu ten vas; digas-nos quora tornaras. II Enta Sant Joan ieu tornarai e mort o viu  aici serai. Ma femna deu, enta Sant Joan me rendre lo pair d’un bel enfant. III Mas la Sant Joan ven d’arribar, lo Comte Amau ven a mancar. Sa mair, del pus naut de l’ostal, lo vei venir sus son caval. IV “Mair, fasetz far prompte lo leit que longtemps non i dormirai. Fasetz-lo naut, fasetz-lo bas, Que ma miga n’entenda pas.” V Comte Arnau, a que vos pensatz qu’un bel enfant vos quitariatz? Ni per un enfant ni per dus, mair, ne ressuscitarai plus. VI “Mair, que es aquel bruch dins l’ostal? Sembla las orasons d’Arnau. La femna que ven d’enfantar orasons non deu escotar.” VII “Mair, per la festa de deman quina rauba me botaran? La femna que ven d’enfantar la rauba negra deu portar!” VIII “Mair, porque tant de pregadors? Que dison dins las orasons?” Dison: la que ven d’enfantar a la misseta deu anar. IX A la misseta ela se’n va, vei lo Comt’ Arnau enterar. “V’aqui las claus de mon cinton, mair, torni plus a la maison.” X “Terra santa, tel cal obrir, Voli parlar a mon marit; Terra santa, te cal barrar, amb Arnau voli demorar.

English translation* I Earl Arnau, the knight Joins in a war in Piedmont. “Earl Arnau, now you are going; Tell us when you come back.” II “I’ll come back before Saint John’s day. Either dead or alive I will be here. My wife, just before Saint John’s day, Will make me father of a beautiful son.” III But Saint John’s day comes, Earl Arnau is missing. His mother sees him coming on horseback From the top of the house. IV “Mother have my bed made, I won’t sleep long. Make it high or make it low, Provided that my wife doesn’t hear.” V “Earl Arnau, what are you thinking of, That you will leave your beautiful son?” Neither for one son, nor for two, Mother, I won’t raise from the dead.” VI “Mother what’s that noise in the house? It sounds as if they were Arnau’s prayers.” “Woman who has just given birth to a child Must not listen to prayers.” VII “Mother, for tomorrow’s feast, What will they wear me with?” Woman who has just given birth to a child, Must wear a black dress!” VIII “Mother, why so many people praying? What do they say in the prayers?” “They say: who has given birth to a child/Must go to the Mass.”. IX She goes to the Mass Sees Earl Arnau buried: “Here is the key of my belt, I won’t come back home anymore.” X “Holy land, you must open up, I want to talk to my husband. Holy land, you must close, With Arnau I want to remain.”

NOTE
* (from here)

Version from Piedmont (Italy)

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