Szczerbiec (meaning notched blade) is a sword of Polish kings. It is the only remaining jewel of the kings preserved to the modern day; the crown and other items were lost during numerous wars in the past.
Although according to legend it was used by Boleslaw the Brave(992-1025)Boleslaw I Chrobry, who notched it when hitting the Golden Gate of Kiev in 1018, it was probably made in the 12th century, possibly for prince Konrad of Masovia[?]. Szczerbiec was used during coronations from the time of Wladyslaw Lokietek[?] to the time of partition (around 1792).
After partition it was first captured by Prussians, who in 1796 took it to Berlin. Later it found itself in Russia. Finally in 1928 Russia give it back to Poland. During World War II (from 1940) it was deposited in Canada. It came back to Poland in 1959.
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