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(thrilling music)
- The tales have been told
since man first gathered around the fires of prehistory,
tales of the strange and wondrous things
hidden in the vast unknown shadows of the world,
tales of creatures divine and beasts demonic,
of gods and kings,
of myths and monsters.
From dark forest to the lands of ice,
from desert wastes to the storm-thrashed seas,
every corner of the earth has it legends to tell;
stories of heroes and the villains they encounter,
of the wilderness and the dangers within them,
stories of battles, of love, of order,
and of chaos.
(thrilling music continues)
But what are the roots of the fantastic tales,
and why have they endured so long?
In this series,
we'll explore the history behind these legends
and reveal the hidden influences that shaped them:
War and disease,
religious and social upheaval,
the untameable ferocity of the natural world;
and above all, the monsters lurking within ourselves.
(dramatic music)
(fire crackling)
(mysterious music)
All things come to an end.
Mighty trees wither,
monuments crumble,
and even the brightest star in the night sky
will one day lose its luster.
(thrilling music)
We too must face our mortality.
Universal though death is,
every culture varies in the rituals
and beliefs that surround it.
- [Liz] How death is dealt with
tells us far more about the living
than it does about the dead.
- What a culture thinks death is,
is in many ways less a statement about death
than a picture of the inside of a collective mind.
(thrilling music)
- We tend to imagine the moment of death
as a moment of summation,
a moment that clearly tells us what we've been.
(thrilling music)
- It can tell us about what is considered a good death
and a bad death,
and what that then tells us about broader social values.
(dramatic music)
- A culture's beliefs about death
reflected their attitudes towards life.
In their hopes for the hereafter,
in their stories of resurrection
and their visions of the end of the world,
societies revealed what is most important to them.
(foreboding music)
(suspenseful music)
(pages rustling)
It was an age of the ax and the sword,
of the wind and the wolf.
The kingdoms of the earth had fallen into chaos.
Survivor's sought what shelter they could find.
For a mother and her child,
the shattered remnants of an abandoned village
offered comfort in these times.
(child crying)
And starvation and despair had made monsters of men.
(ominous music)
(woman screaming)
(thunder cracking)
(suspenseful music)
(wind whooshing)
The whole world groaned beneath them.
A storm, the likes of which she had never seen,
scorched the sky.
(thunder cracking)
Ragnarok was upon them,
the twilight of the gods.
(thunder cracking)
Death is a test of what being human means.
It probes our responsibilities to family and the community,
and it asks what value we place on our links to the past.
(door rattling)
The afterlife in Norse mythology was not a single place,
the best and bravest went to Valhalla;
But most were not so lucky,
(mysterious music) (thunder crashing)
a darker place awaited them.
Through a sunless valley, they had to walk,
along a path carved deep by the dead.
There lay a land draped in fog,
glimmering with misery.
Even the most beloved of gods was one day trapped there.
(mysterious music)
Balder was the son of the gods, Odin and Frigg,
he was fair and wise and admired by all.
- [Juliette] Balder is one of the most interesting gods
in the Norse pantheon.
He is beautiful, he is literally shining,
he is in a sense the best of the gods.
- [Diane] As a result,
like all people who are loved and admired,
and who seem intrinsically good,
he's kind of doomed.
There's a prophecy that he's going to die.
(mysterious music)
- [Nicholas Day] Balder dreamt to of his death;
so did his mother, the goddess Frigg,
so she traveled all around the cosmos
extracting a promise not to hurt Balder
from every pebble, plant, bird and beast.
But she had made a mistake in her oath a gathering,
there was one thing she had missed.
- She doesn't ask the mistletoe.
Now, we're not sure why the mistletoe is excluded,
it was clearly a sacred plant of some kind.
Possibly because it winds around something else,
it's said that this was a very weak plant
so she didn't bother asking it.
For whatever reason,
there's this one seemingly harmless thing
in the entire world which does not promise
that it will not injure Balder.
- [Nicholas Day] Meanwhile,
the gods had invented a new pastime;
using Boulder for target practice.
They hurled rocks at him, trees at him,
and anything else they could find.
No matter how mighty the throw or how sharp the missile,
Balder was unharmed.
But one God knew more than the others.
Loki, the mischief maker,
had heard of Frigg's mistake with the mistletoe,
he thought of a better game.
- Loki is determined to bring about the death,
and so he coaxes the mistletoe
into growing bigger and bigger,
and then eventually crafts it into a dart
which he hands to Balder's blind brother, Hod.
- [Nicholas Day] Hod threw this missile at his brother;
but instead of bouncing off,
the dart of mistletoe pierced Balder's heart.
The horrified gods could only watch
as the best and most beloved of them fell down dead.
(mysterious music)
This version of Balder's death was not of the Viking era,
it was among the stories compiled at least a century later
by an Icelandic poet named Snorri Sturluson.
- He was a poet,
he was a lawyer, he was a politician,
he was a historian.
And he wrote down many of the Norse myths.
Now what's interesting, the way Snorri writes them,
he kind of writes them as a complete narrative.
He kind of makes all of the bits match up with one another,
so you can sort of see him selecting bits,
probably making up a few bits as well,
so that you get this whole history,
this whole coherent history of the Norse gods
rather than fragmented myths
and rather than sort of variants of fragmented myth,
which is actually the normal way
that you would find in mythology.
- [Nicholas Day] Earlier versions of the tragedy
depicted Balder as an aggressive warrior;
but in Snorri's telling, he is mild and joyful,
it's only the treachery of the wicked
that leads to his death.
- It's one of those stories where many critics
have suggested that we can detect
the influence of Christianity.
The whole of the Eddas were written by Christian people,
and that's one of the tales
that most scholars believe is influenced by Christianity.
- [Juliette] Snorri is not Christianizing things
in the sense that he's kind of repressing paganism,
it's much more that he's harmonizing the stories.
- [Diane] Balder is beautiful and he's good,
and yet he's doomed to die and he does die,
but he's also resurrected,
so it does have a Christological feel to it.
- It's a myth which I think also allows you to see
how cultures are able to bridge a pagan world
and a Christian world in a very creative sort of way.
(mysterious music)
- In Snorri's telling,
a near Christian perception of good and evil
was introduced to the old tale:
Loki, wicked and devil-like;
Balder is guiltless, near perfect.
Even the most perfect of us cannot cheat death either.
Like the Norse gods and the games,
we may amuse ourselves to forget
but there's no getting away from reality,
death is inescapable.
But as the myths and countless traditions tell us,
it may not be the end.
(pages rustling)
(dramatic music)
The enemy were on the march:
monsters and demon, giants and world wreckers,
they were coming for the gods.
Odin, chief among the gods,
sought no counsel but his own,
long had he awaited this day.
The gods gathered in their feasting hall,
the rafters shook to rumor and discord.
The world's tree had shuddered, the Gjallarhorn had sounded,
their doom had come at last.
"We will not shrink from this battle,"
Odin's silenced them all.
"We will face them.
We will fight.
We will fight together one last time."
(gates rattling)
The gates of Valhalla, sealed so long, swung open.
(gates whirring)
The mighty warriors of ages past marched forth to war,
an eternity had they readied themselves for this.
The final battle was about to begin.
(warriors clamoring)
Valhalla was Odin's domain.
The majestic hall thatched and golden shields
was home to the bravest of Norse warriors
who fell in backroom.
(dramatic music)
No such paradise was in prospect
for the warriors of ancient Greece, however.
Great heroes and lowly servants alike
descended into the vast darkness of the underworld.
A river stood before them there.
Only those who'd been properly buried
with a coin beneath their tongue
could pay the ferryman to take them across.
(water splashing)
Nowhere is that question of proper burial more pressing
or the consequences of getting it wrong more tragic
than in the story of Antigone.
Two brothers had fought for the crown of Thebes.
Polynices had raised an army
to unseat his brother, Eteocles.
In the mighty battle that followed,
each had fallen to the other's sword.
(dramatic music)
Their mourning sister, Antigone,
was left to bury their bodies.
But a new king had taken the throne,
Creon was his name,
he decreed that traitors should not receive burial.
He refused to Antigone permission to bury Polynices.
Defying the laws of the gods,
he ordered that the rebel be left to rot on the battlefield.
(mysterious music)
- Burial was insanely important
to the ancient Greeks.
The essential Greek idea of what happens to the dead
meant that unless you were properly buried
and properly mourned,
you couldn't make the transition from life into death
and instead we're kind of trapped between life and death
in a miserable, dissatisfying state.
- The ritual itself took three stages.
There was the preparing of the body,
the carrying out of the body, the procession of the body,
and then the actual internment or cremation.
You had to do the ritual right
to mean they could go and be at peace in the underworld,
as it were.
- [Diane] Because it's so important,
it therefore follows that for someone to be unburied
struck the Greeks as horrific.
(mysterious music)
- [Nicholas Day] All societies have rituals
surrounding burial,
they convey the dead from this world to the next,
but they serve a function for the living as well.
- [Liz] Funerals tell an individual's life story
from the perspective of the community,
it emphasizes what the community sees
as being valuable than the individual's life.
- By having a funeral, it's a way of saying,
"Well, our society, the group to which I belong,
will continue."
It's also a ceremony in which the dead are sort of escorted
to whatever is going to happen to them after they die,
and are in a sense made to stay there.
(gentle music)
- They're ritually a really important moment
for passing the dead person into whatever happens next
and then allowing the family of the dead person
to come back out of a phase of being polluted
by association with the dead body,
being reintegrated into society.
- [Nicholas Day] In sixth century Athens,
the rich and powerful commemorated themselves
with grand monuments.
By the following century, however,
fashions had shifted,
more modest grave markers were the norm.
Something had changed.
But what?
- [Liz] In the 440s, Athens was beginning to empire build.
It had been at the head of the Delian League,
which has been a group of Greek cities gathered together
to throw off the Persians, to stop them invading Greece,
that had kept banded together
but was becoming less and less a group of cooperative people
and more and more an empire by proxy
with Athens at the head.
- [Diane] The Athenians come into money,
they decide to spend it on huge cultural projects,
that's why they build the Parthenon
so that everyone sees Athens as the most beautiful city
they've ever seen.
(mysterious music)
- [Nicholas Day] But if Athens could flaunt
those new riches,
its citizens had to been more restrained.
Few individuals dared build
more than the most modest of tombs,
there were eclipsed by the thrusting imperial state.
- [Liz] If you die on the battlefield,
we start to see a way in which,
rather than individual burial,
people are brought back to Athens,
they are separated into their tribes
and you are put into a tribal tomb.
- It foregrounds the way in which epitaphs
and what gets written on your grave
become more and more of a public matter,
and the moment in which the public contribution
of an individual is stressed,
which seeks to incorporate the military dead
into the life of the city itself,
saying that the city exists because of them
and therefore owns them, owns their lives,
and the sacrifice that they've made.
They no longer belong to themselves or to their families,
they now belong to Athens.
(suspenseful music)
- [Nicholas Day] Antigone, too,
was caught between the needs of the nation
and those of the individual.
She could obey Creon's edict
to leave her brother to the scavenging birds,
or follow the law of the gods,
bury Polynices and free his soul to enter the underworld.
She chose to defy the king.
It was just a sprinkling of soil,
but that was all that was needed to satisfy the Gods.
(ominous music)
Creon was furious, how dare this girl defy him,
she had to be punished,
so the king ordered Antigone to be be entombed alive,
sealed up on a mountain cave.
The rule of law, Creon so prized,
would come with a mighty cost, however.
First his heir, Antigone's fiance,
killed himself from grief,
then his wife took her life as well.
(somber music)
Although written almost two and a half thousand years ago,
the tragedy of Antigone exposes tensions in society
that we debate to this very day.
The words of Athenian playwright, Sophocles,
speak to us still.
- Antigone captures a really compelling moral tension
about whether what Antigone did
in defying Creon's order was right.
The reason that carries on being so compelling
is the battleground of what right is keeps on shifting.
For the ancient Greeks
it was sort of very much about respect for the gods,
about piety,
and Antigone saying,
"Well, your rule, your law,
does not override the law of the god."
- At what point do you have to act?
When must you do something in complete defiance of the law?
When does it actually override everything,
including your own self preservation instinct?
- [Liz] So the question of, "Was Antigone right?"
is one that every generation and every society comes to
with its own sense about what right does
and doesn't look like.
(suspenseful music)
- Ancient Greeks did not believe death was the end,
their souls would wander the sad fields of the underworld
for eternity.
This seemingly dismal fate offered one comfort, at least,
to those left behind,
they had little reason to fear the dead.
The spirits of ancient Greece
could be irritable if dishonored, they could be unpleasant,
but they were not dangerous.
That was not a belief shared by all cultures.
Centuries later,
Europe would be stalked by fears of unhappy spirits
seeking revenge
and of the undead who feasted on blood and flesh.
(dramatic music)
(wind whooshing)
(thunder cracking)
The sky was rent asunder,
the great battle of the gods had begun.
The dread wolf, Fenrir, that beast of slaughter,
strained to join the fight.
Odin stood fast with his dwarf forged spear
and helm of shining gold.
The Midgard serpent, immense and writhing,
dripped venom foul and deadly.
(lightning buzzing)
Facing hm was mighty Thor, brave wader of the earth.
He summoned up his strength and all the power of his hand.
More lethal still was the fire giant, Surtr,
with this body of ribbon flame.
It was Fryer the Bright and this boar steed, Golden Mane,
who joined battle with this demon.
(thrilling music)
The earth convulsed as the fighting raged.
In the cataclysmic events of Ragnarok,
it is giant snakes and wolves that ran amok;
yet perhaps more frightening and more fascinating
are the monsters closer to humans,
the ones that walk amongst us, the ones who look like us,
the ones who were us.
(mysterious music)
The river's streaked planes of Serbia,
once a border land between East and West.
Its soil was little troubled by the plow.
Few hunters roamed its trackless forest,
and the strongest trade between its few villages
was rumor and superstition.
(mysterious music)
In 1725,
the tiny hamlet of Kilisova became the talk of Europe
for nine people had died within a week
with no sign of sickness and no sign of plague,
it seemed impossible.
In fearful whispers the rumors spread,
a nightwalker was stalking the village;
it throttled men in their sleep, some said.
But others insisted on a different explanation:
The nightwalker, they said,
ate human flesh and drained its victims of their blood.
(mysterious music)
Tales of demons who consume the flesh and blood
of the living are nothing new,
they've been found throughout history
in nearly every culture around the globe.
(mysterious music)
- The belief in the undead coming back
to nourish themselves in some parasitical,
inimical way on the bodies of the living
is very widespread in human cultural history.
(mysterious music)
- One of the consistent things about society is,
is that once the dead are dead,
we really want them to stay dead.
There is an almost universal fear that if the dead return,
they will somehow damage the living.
(ominous music)
- [Nicholas Day] As soon as an Imperial official from Vienna
had arrived in the village as witness, they began digging;
for just before the nightwalker
had claimed its first victim,
an old man had died in Kilisova,
this was the grave the villages opened.
What was found within stunned the Imperial official.
The old man's body was pink and fat,
his hair and fingernails had grown,
and his mouth was wet with the blood of his victims.
(ominous music)
- [Juliette] A medical person would say,
"Oh no, no, hang on.
This is natural decomposition.
They is the gases in the corpse.
This is the pooling of blood.
This is the fact that hair and nails
don't really grow afterwards,
it's just the corpse is shrinking.
This can be explained, it's medicine,
it's perfectly natural."
Well, that's fine,
but it isn't necessarily going to address the anxieties
and the fears.
(mysterious music)
- [Nicholas Day] The villagers of Kilisova
removed the old man from his grave,
they drove a metal stake through his heart
and burned the body on a fire,
for the villages were convinced the old man was a vampire.
(suspenseful music)
- [Juliette] The folklore of vampire
is essentially a revenant,
a dead the person coming back.
They're wrapped in their shrouds,
often they're bloated, slavering,
and they cause death more by contagion,
they're not bloodsuckers to start with.
- [Nicholas Saul] Of course it is fascinating
that a third category arises
between the world of the living and the world of the dead.
It's inexplicable and it's possibly threatening,
possibly liberating.
(mysterious music)
- [Nicholas Day] The story of Kilisova vampire
soon made the newspapers in Vienna and far beyond.
A vampire panic was spreading across Europe,
inevitably it left its mark on wider culture.
In 1816, a group of authors and poets
held a ghost story competition,
famously it led to Mary Shelley's novel, "Frankenstein."
Another contribution came from Lord Byron,
he started a novel about the foul feeders of Eastern legend.
He never finished it, but his friend, John Polidori,
was inspired,
he wrote a short story based on it,
he called it "The Vampyre."
(ominous music)
- [Nicholas Saul] These are writers who are products
of the enlightenment.
They're not a religious persons,
but they are persons who no longer believe
in the Christian story,
they are therefore looking for alternate stories
to tell about the world of death.
The vampire, of course, offers that crossover figure.
- The vampire story in the 19th century
develops in a very different way
from the folklore of empire.
You get this very,
very popular figure of this elegant nightwalker,
this handsome man in evening clothes who is, you know,
death to anyone around him.
And you get these extremely attractive, very,
very dangerous men,
and then slightly later women as well,
who represent both a sexual threat
as well as a sexual attraction.
(dramatic music)
- [Nicholas Day] No vampire is more alluring or dangerous
than the one created by Bram Stoker in 1897.
His creation, an ancient nobleman called Dracula,
comes from the East to infiltrate Victorian Britain.
(ominous music)
- Dracula,
who wants nothing more than to dress up in English clothes
and to come to London with its teeming millions,
is in fact a story of reverse colonialization.
Instead of great Britain colonizing Eastern nations,
we have a representative of an Eastern nation
who is about to colonize Great Britain.
- He's an outsider, he's an element of pollution,
he's an element of destruction,
who is both attractive and repulsive at the same time.
Stoker himself was an Irish man.
I mean, he knew what exclusion and conflict was like.
So suddenly the vampire story, in terms of a literary story,
has emerged into something where you can really,
really critique the world.
- [Nicholas Saul] It seems to me that the issues
in Stoker's "Dracula"
are issues which are still anything but resolved
in today's culture,
and I think that's why we keep coming back to him.
(dramatic music)
- More recent entries in the genre
have seen vampires terrorize the suburbs of Stockholm,
the post-apocalyptic wilds of Los Angeles;
and, most frighteningly of all, American high schools.
Our fascination with vampires, it seems,
is as endless as the demons' own thirst for blood.
(pages rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(wind whooshing)
The battle was over.
One by one, the greatest of gods had fallen;
Odin, Thor, Fryer,
and all the warriors of Valhalla with them,
it was the end of the gods
and it was the end of the world.
(dramatic music)
(child crying)
(dramatic music continues)
It's no surprise the story ends in this way.
Floods are one of the most common motifs in mythology;
the best known, of course,
is the story of Noah in the Bible.
Displeased with the corruption and violence he saw on earth,
God decided to start afresh, he flooded the earth,
allowing only Noah and his family to survive,
alongside remnants of all the animals.
A similar story is found in Assyrian texts
dating back to 2000 BC,
in ancient Egyptian tomb inscriptions,
and in ancient Greek mythology.
(mysterious music)
Phrygia was a harsh land;
cold in the winters, hot in the summers,
and arid all year round.
From northern steps to southern hills,
the stony earth bore neither fruit tree nor olive.
But among its coarse plains and exposed ridge tops,
there was once a village;
its houses were fine, it's citizens worthy.
Two wandering peasants came to this village,
they were in search of a warm welcome and a warm bed.
But those fine houses and worthy citizens
turned them away one after another.
Finally, the two peasants reached the end of the village,
here they found a humble cottage thatched with stemmed reed.
It was him an old couple named Baucis and Philemon.
Poor though they were,
they opened their doors to the strangers.
The old woman coaxed the ashes of their fire back to life.
They offered their guests the finest food and drink
in the house and the most comfortable of their chairs.
Baucis and Philemon were about to kill
their one and only goose in honor of their guests
when the strangers revealed the truth,
they were gods,
none other than Mercury and Jupiter himself,
chief among the Roman deities.
They promised the old couple adjust reward
for their hospitality.
(mysterious music)
The fable of Baucis and Philemon
was written by the Roman poet, Ovid,
he lived during the first century AD.
It was a time of great change in Roman life,
when Augustus, the first emperor,
was cementing his power.
- Ovid is writing in a period of increasing stability,
it was a much more settled time for Roman society
as a whole,
that was thinking about coming out of this period
of great disturbance.
One of Augustus's great claims about restoring the republic
was piety.
He claims, on his funerary monument,
that in just one year he restored 28 temples.
So Baucis and Philemon fits into that kind of narrative
because you have this idea of piety being rewarded,
of showing piety that other people aren't showing.
- [Nicholas Day] The gods had promised the old couple
a reward for their generosity,
they had told Baucis and Philemon to leave their cottage
and accompany them to the heights of a nearby mountain.
They heaved their aged bodies up the slope.
But when they finally reached the summit,
the gods told them to look back on their village.
A flood at washed every home and street away,
all except their tiny hut
that Jupiter had transformed into a magnificent temple.
- Their whole village has been overrun by a flood,
the whole world has been drowned,
but they've been saved and they're on a mountain side.
- It was the punishment
for not giving hospitality to strangers that was due.
- It just illustrates the insane importance,
which you sometimes can get in the Mediterranean world,
of being decent to strangers, you have to invite them in;
and if you invite them in, you have to feed them.
(pensive music)
- [Nicholas Day] As reward for their piety,
Jupiter granted Baucis and Philemon a wish,
anything they desire would be theirs.
But the elderly couple had a simple request,
they asked to be the keepers of that fine temple,
to share every day with the other
and never be separated, even in the moment of death.
After years of service to the gods,
the day fated for their deaths came.
As Baucis and Philemon died, they were transformed,
they became trees of oak and linden.
Entwined in root and leaf,
they grew together for years to come.
From destruction, the story tells us,
there is creation.
From death, there is new life.
(pages rustling)
(mysterious music)
(bird squawking)
The gods were gone,
consumed by Ragnarok.
Water shrouded the earth, a vast ocean,
still, silent and unchanging.
But old things come to an end.
(mysterious music)
Life returned to the earth.
(ethereal music)
So the cycle of life begins again.
And with new life,
there come new stories
for human beings have always been storytellers
in the myths and legends we remember
and those we choose to pass on.
We are links in a chain stretching back millennia,
part of an eternal dialogue between our past,
our present and our future.
(adventurous music)
- The fact that a myth might be completely incomprehensible,
completely nonsensical on a rational level,
doesn't matter because it can still tell us
about what our society is like
and what our culture is like.
(thrilling music)
- A myth tells us what we believe to be the case.
It also offers us, in those terms,
means of resolving ethical, social,
cultural conflicts.
- If one thinks of it as a narrative,
a way of encapsulating,
the things that are important in society
are not always the positive things,
they are really telling us about the dynamics
in the society in which their told.
- I think it's very important
that people sort of go on probing things with myth.
An awful lot of our lives and our decisions
are actually not about reason and not about planning,
they're are about emotions.
Mythology is a guide to that,
it's a way of understanding the way we feel
not the way we think.
- Many myths can seem bizarre or cruel to modern eyes;
yet for all mythology's variety and infinite strangeness,
there is a common thread that links us
to even in the most ancient of stories.
Whether it was on the streets of Athens
or the frozen seas of the North,
the dark woods of England
or the distant mountains of the East,
the same thoughts have been uttered in a thousand tongues:
Who are we?
Where have we come from?
Why is the world the way it is?
And what will we find beyond?
They are questions that define human existence,
no matter when all where it is found.
(swelling music)
(ethereal music)
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