In the mist-covered lands of the Low Countries, where the River Scheldt once flowed in fear beneath the shadow of tyranny, there lived a monstrous giant named Druon Antigoon. From his fortress beside the river, he ruled all trade with cruelty unmatched, demanding a dreadful toll from every sailor who passed—half their cargo, or their right hand. The people grew silent under his reign, their ships rotting at the docks, until a young Roman soldier named Brabo arrived. Hearing of the giant’s cruelty, Brabo swore to free the land. One storm-dark night, he strode into the giant’s hall and challenged him. The ground shook with their battle, the clang of sword and axe ringing through the marshes. With speed and courage, Brabo struck true and felled the monster, severing his head and hand. As dawn broke, he hurled the severed hand into the river, crying, “So shall all hands be free!” From that day, the river ran clear again, and a great city rose where freedom was won. The people named it Antwerpen, “hand thrown,” in honor of the hero who cast away fear and restored the courage of all.
