Legends about the Old Castle
ABOUT A BRIDGE BETWEEN THE OLD CASTLE AND THE MIKLAVŽ HILL
The legend says that the old castle on the left bank of the Savinja river and the opposite Miklavž hill were a small curch of Saint Nicholas is standing, were connected by a leather bridge, during the reign of the counts of Celje. It is said that in the past century people could show the ring embedded in the rock, that was supposed to hold this bridge.
ABOUT THE BRIDGE BETWEEN THE OLD CASTLE AND SAINT JOSEPH
The story speaks of a bridge that led from the old castle to St. Joseph’s. It is said mostly counts were walking across the bridge, throwing farmers and other people they resented down into the abyss. Count Urh also returned to the castle on this bridge, when he was defeated by Janez Mlinar.
ABOUT THE UNDERGROUND CONNECTIONS OF THE OLD CASTLE
The Old Castle was supposed to be connected to the outside world with four underground passages. The first passage connected the Old Castle with Bežigrad. It was so high that a person could ride in it without once bending their head. The second passage led to the city of Celje and the third to the inside of a big and round city tower (probably the water tower). The fourth and the the mightiest extended under Vipota, a hill above Savinja on the way to Laško castle.
ABOUT THE TORTURE PLATE AT THE OLD CASTLE
In the Old Castle there was a heavy iron plate that was rising and descending. If a prisoner came to the tower, the plate was lowerd down on them and slid down for so long untill the prisoner was completely crushed.
ABOUT THE FATE OF THE CASTLE FOUNTAIN
A Farmer came to the castle one night to tell an important news to the owner. As he arrives to the courtyard, he suddenly hears a voice. »Where is my land? Where is my castle? Who am I?« The Farmer comes closer to the well, and who does he see? Count Ulrik, standing in the water up to the waist all mangled up. Ever since noone dared to capture water from the well and eventually it was walled up.
ABOUT THE TREASURE AT THE OLD CASTLE
More than a hundred years ago a poor yet brave day labourer lived in a hut below the castle. One night arround midnight as he was returning home, he noticed someone with a cart in front of the castle gates. He comes closer, and what does he see? A strange man is standing in front of him, tall with broad shoulders, wearing a high hat with a wide brim. »What are you driving an where?« the labourer asks. »Tell me, or I will help you back downhill, and you will find out who you have to deal with!« He did not get an anwser. The labourer grabbs the driver by the hand. But what a hand it was. Made of leather and stuffed with straw. The poor day labourer! He releases the arm and runs to get a man, sleeping in the nearby cottage, to help him. As soon as the labourer left, the driver cracked his horsewhip so strongly it sounded like thunder. And when the labourer returned with the man, the driver was nowhere to be found. They searched all ower, but they did not find him. And what was he driving? Nothing less than the money of the Counts of Celje. And the legend says: If only the labourer would hold his hand untill midnight. All the money would belong to him. But it was too late.
ABOUT A MONK WHO DUG A TREASURE AT THE OLD CASTLE CELJE
There is a great treasure burried in the ruins of the Old Castle. It is burried in a deep cave, closed by a big black door. In front of the door there is a dog as big as an ox, with radiant eyes and paws like claws. However the entrance to the door is covered with dirt. One day a monk decided to get the treasure for his monastery. That night, when he wanted to go to work, he devoutedly said the rosemary and emptied a half a cup of wine for the road. Under his robe he had a cross, and in his hands a shovel and a pick. The path over the rocks was not easy, and on top of that there was a terrible storm with loud thunder and lightning. Nevertheless, he happily reached the cursed ruins. The closer he was to the entrance, the more terrified he was. He had trust in his cross under the robe though. When he came to the hallway, he put the lamp on the floor and started digging. He was digging and digging with great fear in his heart. As soon as he removed a huge rock with the pick, a whole layer of dirt and stones collapsed. That was when a lightning brightened the place and he saw the dog in front of him. The dog started to howl. The monk was terrified, the shovela and the pick fell on the floor and he collapsed aswell. While he was falling down, he shouted: »God help me!« Afret his shout, he heard a horrible howling, whisteling, shouting and blowing, and he saw all kinds of shadows shooting past him. In horrible fear, he grabbed the cross and fainted. In the morning he was found by farmers, all stiff and exhausted in front of a pile of rocks, stones and sand.