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De vertelstof van de 4e klas is de Germaanse mythologie.
Daarin staat o.a. het kostelijke verhaal van ‘Hoe Thor zijn hamer terughaalde‘.
Wanneer je dat met je klas speelt en het dus in de belangstelling van de kinderen staat, zou je als leerkracht Engels er ook iets mee kunnen doen.
O.a. bepaalde passages, want het hele spel zou te veel kunnen zijn.
Het herkennen van de allitererende klanken, b.v.
Iets in het Nederlands kennen en datzelfde in het Engels (of een andere taal) doen, draagt bij aan het begrijpen van die andere taal.
THOR’S JOURNEY TO GIANTLAND
Children of about ten years old have a particular connection with Norse Mythology. At the same time it is good for them to experience the will element in the alliterative form of poetry. The following is based on the Edda.
One morning the mighty Mjölnir was missing.
Wild, on waking, was Thunderer Thor.
He bristled his beard, his breast was bursting
And his face a fierce frown wore.
“Loki”, said he, “My hammer is gone.
Without my weapon my works are weak.
Find thou Freya and dress in her feathers,
That which is stolen, I beseech thee to seek”.
The feather dress whirred and Loki flew fleetly,
Leaving Thor, the Thunderer to fume and fret.
To the realm of the Giants he rode and soon reached it.
There Trym, on a mound, the master he met.
Trym saw him and said, “I see thy deception.
What leads thee, Loki, alone to this land?”
And Loki told of the trouble in Asgard,
Thor’s howl when the hammer was gone from his hand.
Trym looked at Loki and loudly he laughed:
“Down deep in the depths of a dark mountainside
Thor’s hammer is hidden. That hole is its home
Till beautiful Freya you bring for my bride.”
Up Loki soared and to Asgard sped swiftly.
In a second Thor saw him and stood by his side.
“Thor, thy hammer is hidden, the Giant King keeps it,
Unless beautiful Freya we bring for his bride”.
Quickly the gods all gathered together,
To talk of the tidings Loki had told.
And Freya grew fierce and scaldingly snorted:
“I will not travel north, I will never be sold”.
Thus spake she, and suddenly silence descended.
No murmur nor mutter was made by the throng,
Till Heimdall, the hero, at last his voice lifted:
“Thor himself shall ride out and shall right us this wrong”.
‘The bridal veil let brave Thor bear.
And down to his knees let us drape a maid’s dress.
On his breast precious stones and fine silver shall sparkle.
And a pretty pink cap on his head let us press”.
Thor arose in a rage and wrathfully roared:
“Would you make me a maid, me, Thunderer Thor?”
But Loki was crafty and cunningly cried:
“Gainst the frost giants fearful, we can fight nevermore”.
Thor gasped and gazed on the garden of Asgard.
“I must have my hammer to defend our home.
I bid you, my brothers, the bridal veil bind.
To the cold giant country let me quickly begone”.
Then forth Loki stood and now sweetly he spoke:
“As thy maidservant, Thor, go I thither with thee.
I will dress as a girl and together we’ll go.
What a beautiful maid for the bride I shall be”.
In the palace of Trym a proud feast was prepared
To welcome the Wanderers and wish them well.
For the maidens a dish of fine dainties was set,
But Thor ate an ox, his craving to quell.
Then he seized and he swallowed eight fat salmon.
And he drank to the bottom three barrels of beer.
Trym waited and watched and in wonder he murmured:
“This maiden bites hard and heftily here”.
Close by there sat the serving maid still.
And the words of the giant well answered she:
“From food has Freya eight nights fasted.
So lively her longing to look at thee”.
Trym crossed to kiss the beautiful bride,
For his heart was in haste, so hot his desire,
But on lifting the veil a length back he leapt:
“This maid gives a glance like a furnace on fire”.
Close by there sat the serving maid still.
And the words of the giant well answered she:
“No sleep has Freya for eight nights found
So lively her longing to look at thee”.
Then laughing and loud spake the giant’s leader:
“Bring here now the hammer to hallow the bride.
On the knees of the maiden lay Mjölnir, the mighty.
And myself then softly will sit by her side”.
Thor seized his hammer and swung it swiftly
Above his body, around in a ring.
With a rushing of air and a roar of rage
He cracked the crown of the giant king.
He stood and swung it a second time
And down the giants dropped all dead.
A third time the Thunderer heaved his hammer.
A castle crumbled. Ruins stood there instead.
At last stood Loki and Thor alone
And so his hammer saved Odin’s son.
Bron: Roy Wilkinson
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