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Shortly before I arrived, Tollund Man’s hat was removed for the first time to obtain hair samples. Then there’s Tollund Man’s hair, which may end up being the most garrulous part of him. Next time they’ll use the petrous bone at the base of the skull, which is far denser than the femur and thus a more promising source of DNA. Specialists in ancient DNA have tapped Tollund Man’s femur to try to get a sample of the genetic material. In 2015, he was sent to the Natural History Museum in Paris to run his feet through a microCT scan normally used for fossils. Lately, Tollund Man has been enjoying a particularly hectic afterlife. Today we go about things entirely differently. They autopsied him like you would do an ordinary body, took out his intestines, said, yup it’s all there, and put it back. “When he was found in 1950,” says Nielsen, “they made an X-ray of his body and his head, so you can see the brain is quite well-preserved. The thinking goes that Tollund Man’s tomb may have been meant to ensure a kind of soggy immortality for the sacrificial object. To these people, will-o’-the-wisps-flickering ghostly lights that recede when approached-weren’t the effects of swamp gas caused by rotting vegetation. Half earth, half water and open to the heavens, they were borderlands to the beyond. While most of Northern Europe lay under a thick canopy of forest, bogs did not. To the people who put him there, a bog was a special place. Scholars tend to agree that Tollund Man’s killing was some kind of ritual sacrifice to the gods-perhaps a fertility offering. There’s new hope that, sometime soon, he may start to speak. Archaeologists have been asking the same questions since the Hojgaards first troubled Tollund Man’s long sleep: Who are you? Where did you come from? How did you live? Who murdered you and why? But the way the researchers ask the questions, using new forensic techniques like dual-energy CT scanners and strontium tests, is getting more sophisticated all the time. Reluctant perhaps, but not altogether unwilling.

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I would like to put a USB plug into his well-preserved brain and download everything that’s on it, but that’s impossible. “Looking at his face, you feel you could take a trip back 2,300 years to meet him. “It’s like he could wake up at any moment and say, ‘Oh, where was I?’” says Nielsen, who has clearly fallen under Tollund Man’s spell himself. You’d swear he’s smiling, as if he’s been dreaming sweetly for all those centuries. It is disconcertingly peaceful for someone who died so violently. What really gets you is his lovely face with its closed eyes and lightly stubbled chin.

“Most people get very silent,” says Nielsen. The first time I saw him in his glass case at the Silkeborg Museum, a kind of embarrassed hush came over me, as if I had intruded on a sacred mystery. Otherwise, Tollund Man, as he would be called, looked pretty much like you and me, which is astonishing considering he lived some 2,300 years ago.

#The secret society and its 2300 year old manuscript skin#

His skin was tanned a deep chestnut, and his body appeared rubbery and deflated. Oh yes, there was also a plaited leather thong wrapped tightly around his neck. The dead man wore a belt and an odd cap made of skin, but nothing else. A wooden post was planted to mark the spot where two brothers, Viggo and Emil Hojgaard, along with Viggo’s wife, Grethe, all from the nearby village of Tollund, struck the body of an adult man while they cut peat with their spades on May 6, 1950. We tramped out to a desolate stretch of bog, trying to keep to the clumps of ocher-colored grass and avoid the clingy muck between them. I drove here on a damp March day with Ole Nielsen, director of the Silkeborg Museum. A child would put it more simply: This place is really spooky. The bog itself is little more than a spongy carpet of moss, with a few sad trees poking out. It lies six miles outside the small town of Silkeborg in the middle of Denmark’s flat, sparse Jutland peninsula. If you’re looking for the middle of nowhere, the Bjaeldskovdal bog is a good place to start.