Breakfast with a Werewolf

The ‘Lauri’ household master in the Inciems lands was reaping hay with his workers and they sat down presently to treat themselves to a breakfast. At once – whence it came, whence not – they were approached by a wolf. The master had his wits to recognize the beast for a werewolf and he said,

Bread for the Werewolves

There once was a wedding procession approaching the church. As they were passing by a known sorcerer’s cabin, the bride and the groom paid no respects with an offering to the sorcerer as was due for long it had been a custom. The sorcerer, much wrathed, turned all of the wedding-guests into werewolves. The priest

The Werewolf Wedding

In the bygone times when Dieviņš* still walked the Earth, in the Zāgadi Village within the Alsviķi Parish lands, people were preparing for a splendid wedding feast. The wedding-guests made merry for three days and three nights long – eating and drinking and jollying themselves in all mirthful manners. But the sprites – they were

Passing On the Werewolf Trade

A werewolf would pass its trade onto another – through a meal or a drink. That way, an old wandering craftsman once visited an inn and there he offered a cup of brandvīns* to a younger servant man speaking thusly, ‘What is mine – shall be yours!’ The younger man emptied the cup, unwittingly. But

The Farm-Hand Running for a Werewolf

There once was a farm-hand who had observed his master oft leaving the fields and departing to the forest lands and only returning when a good share of time had passed. The farm-hand wondered greatly at his master’s doings. Once the master had departed to the woods again, the farm-hand crept after him following the

Sprouting a Werewolf Tail

Once upon a time, in our lands, there lived a man who never bathed with others and he only whisked and washed himself when the rest of the men had left the bathhouse already. But one day, two farm-boys had been labouring their longer hours and rush they did to the bathhouse shortly before midnight

The Werewolf in the Bathhouse

Any werewolf was forbidden of snatching a sheep out of any fencing and it could only carry the woollybacks off from upon an open Dievs’* field. The ‘Biržmusti’ household bathing-house man* used to keep for himself a decent herd of sheep. Was there, indeed, any shortage of the grazing grass – in those olden days?

The Werewolf Root

If a werewolf crawled through underneath an upraised root* and ran its ways, but some folk then thought to obstruct the passage before the werewolf’s return – no sooner could the werewolf reclaim its human shape unless the perpetrator had removed the hurdle. There once lived a man who was also a sorcerer and who

The Thief and the Werewolf Gathering

In those days when the people used to work their share of labour on the manor lands, there was a certain threshing-shed gaffer who wielded the cover of the dark to steal some grains out of the Lestene manor threshing barns and he was driving the spoil to his own household presently. Upon entering the

The House of Werewolves

There is the ‘Vilkači’* household in the Stukmaņi community lands. In that household, an old fellow used to dwell and the people were wagging their tongues tittle-tattling of him running for a wolf. The shepherd girl out of that very household beheld a strange wolf disquieting the cattle as well as the shepherdess herself. Turn