"We fell out with Mithradates," said Tjorr, "and for a while we were two men and a woman, alone on a cold plain. But we had killed some Romans, who had fat purses. So we bought huts and sheep from the Phrygians, to live that winter. In spring we continued through Lycaonia; it is too friendly with Rome these days, so we did not stay, simply bribed our way past. There are tribes in the Mountains of the Bull, hunters and warriors, who made us welcome. We aided them and lived there a year since my king's first son had to be born. Next spring we came to Parthia with a following of young men and offered the lord there our services, he being Rome's foe. There we had it well since the favor of nobles came to us, once they saw what a man they had in my king. We dwelt in a fine city and had only enough warlike missions on the border to keep us amused. Yet we longed to be among our own sort of men again. So this spring we got leave to go, and came up through Armenia and behind the Caucasus until we found Alans—and thus your home, My Father."
"Much have you seen," said Beli. The war-chiefs of the Rukh-Ansa clashed their ale horns under his words.
"I have seen less with two eyes than my King has with one," said Tjorr humbly. "He has learned the arts of many nations. He would teach his own people whatever of it they can use."
"Where are your folk?" asked Beli of the stranger.
"North," said Eodan. "They were the Cimbri once. Now they are any who dwell where heather blooms and beech forests blow."
"We will go north, my king and I, to rule in his land," said Tjorr. "There are not many dwelling in it. No few of the Rukh-Ansa could follow us, find new homes in the North and become great."
"Some of the younger ones might," agreed Beli.
"Might?" cried Tjorr. "Why, if I know my clans, they will be at spearheads over the right to come!"
"Not all," said Beli. "Not even most. For if you fare north you will become something else than what you are."
"That is true," said Eodan. "Yet what is it to live, than to become something else?"