Yesterday, I was expertly removing a layer of turf with style and panache when my attention was caught by a spiral lying in the soil. It was a small thing; something a lesser archaeologist might have missed or else disregarded. Fortunately, I am no lesser archaeologist. As I took the artifact in my hand I knew that Icelandic mothers would tell of this moment to their sons for generations before entoning in voices hushed "but enough talk of great men; be one". I stood and raised the spiral in a clenched fist to the heavens. "I have become a god" I cried and knew that it was true.
What I had found turned out to be the second silver artifact recovered from Kolkuos; a piece of Medieval currency. In seriousness, I was very fortunate and lucky to find it. Archaeology is, to a great extent, luck and on Tuesday I happened to be the one lucky enough to make an amazing find.
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