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"
I
am
a
Roman
,
"
I
said
slowly
,
knowing
full
well
that
with
the
words
I
gave
up
all
hope
of
her
.
"
You
are
a
man-slave
of
Tiberius
,
a
hound
of
Rome
,
"
she
flamed
,
"
but
you
owe
Rome
nothing
,
for
you
are
not
a
Roman
.
You
yellow
giants
of
the
north
are
not
Romans
.
"
"
The
Romans
are
the
elder
brothers
of
us
younglings
of
the
north
,
"
I
answered
.
"
Also
,
I
wear
the
harness
and
I
eat
the
bread
of
Rome
.
"
Gently
I
added
:
"
But
why
all
this
fuss
and
fury
for
a
mere
man
's
life
?
All
men
must
die
.
Simple
and
easy
it
is
to
die
.
To-day
,
or
a
hundred
years
,
it
little
matters
.
Sure
we
are
,
all
of
us
,
of
the
same
event
in
the
end
.
"
Quick
she
was
,
and
alive
with
passion
to
save
as
she
thrilled
within
my
arms
.
"
You
do
not
understand
,
Lodbrog
.
This
is
no
mere
man
.
I
tell
you
this
is
a
man
beyond
men
--
a
living
God
,
not
of
men
,
but
over
men
.
"
I
held
her
closely
and
knew
that
I
was
renouncing
all
the
sweet
woman
of
her
as
I
said
:
"
We
are
man
and
woman
,
you
and
I
.
Our
life
is
of
this
world
.
Of
these
other
worlds
is
all
a
madness
.
Let
these
mad
dreamers
go
the
way
of
their
dreaming
.
Deny
them
not
what
they
desire
above
all
things
,
above
meat
and
wine
,
above
song
and
battle
,
even
above
love
of
woman
.
Deny
them
not
their
hearts
'
desires
that
draw
them
across
the
dark
of
the
grave
to
their
dreams
of
lives
beyond
this
world
.
Let
them
pass
.
But
you
and
I
abide
here
in
all
the
sweet
we
have
discovered
of
each
other
.
Quickly
enough
will
come
the
dark
,
and
you
depart
for
your
coasts
of
sun
and
flowers
,
and
I
for
the
roaring
table
of
Valhalla
.
"
"
No
!
no
!
"
she
cried
,
half-tearing
herself
away
.
"
You
do
not
understand
.
All
of
greatness
,
all
of
goodness
,
all
of
God
are
in
this
man
who
is
more
than
man
;
and
it
is
a
shameful
death
to
die
.
Only
slaves
and
thieves
so
die
.
He
is
neither
slave
nor
thief
.
He
is
an
immortal
.
He
is
God
.
Truly
I
tell
you
He
is
God
.
"
"
He
is
immortal
you
say
,
"
I
contended
.
"
Then
to
die
to-day
on
Golgotha
will
not
shorten
his
immortality
by
a
hair
's
breadth
in
the
span
of
time
.
He
is
a
god
you
say
.
Gods
can
not
die
.
From
all
I
have
been
told
of
them
,
it
is
certain
that
gods
can
not
die
.
"
