“You are Thord the Northman.”
The giant opened his blue eyes.
“You were lanista in Rome.”
Thord nodded.
“I was your scholar.”
“No,” said Thord, shaking his head. “By the beard of Irmin, I had never a Jew to make a fighting-man of.”
“But I will prove my saying.”
“How?”
“You came here to kill me.”
“That is true.”