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Egils skull

Not long after my death Iceland accepted Christianity. Thordis had my bones moved to the churchyard.

Sometime later a priest called Skapti Thoraarinsson the Priest had me dug up. People were very impressed with the size of my bones; especially my skull.

Skapti placed my skull on a fencepost. Of course my skull was ridged all over like a scallop shell. Skapti wanted to determine how thick it was so he gave it a good whack with an axe.

Nothing happened; other than when the axe bounced back it almost killed Skapti.

My skull neither broke nor cracked. The only thing that changed was a little white mark where the axe had landed.

Then they came to their senses and put my bones back in the grave.

 

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