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1/ The Ghostly Wedding in the Deserted Village of Scortowe
Once, there was an ancient village of the Wends in the Schortental valley near Eisenberg, but this was a long, long time ago. This village was named “Scortowe”. Many years ago, this village was abandoned, and now nothing of it is visible any more. However, in earlier times it was frequently seen during blessed nights and during the right hour - in the middle of the Schortental valley, on a green, quiet forest meadow. But now no one can behold it any more, for it was released from the heavy curse which made it visible in holy nights in every tenth leap year.
Quite a few years ago, there was an honest, poor girl in Eisenberg who had arrived with Protestants emigrating from Salzburg and found a place to stay with compassionate locals. One evening, when it was already turning dark, she was sent out in order to fetch some feed for the livestock from the Schortental valley. As she was unafraid, she fearlessly proceeded through the rustling woods that were quiet in the evening, until she safely arrived in the meadow in the Schortental where she usually gathered the requested feed. But, instead of the meadow, she beheld an old village before her, which was unknown to her and whose name she did not know. Light shimmered out of its small, old-fashioned houses. Initially she was startled and frightened, but soon she gathered her courage, and knocked carefully on the windows of the first, brightly lit house.
Jürgen Hubert /
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