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Come to me at the Palace with the whole plan of the meeting you are now organising; I shall hold myself ready to fall in with your plans! Gather your thousands, and leave the rest to me!" Thord clasped his extended hand, and was moved by a curious instinct to bend down low over it after the fashion of a courtier, but restrained himself almost by force.
They stopped again. "A word!" replied the Saxon, folding his immense arms across his breast, and relaxing the menace beginning to blacken his face. "A word! Speak." "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."
The priest looked long at him before he recognized him. It was Thord. "Are you out walking so late?" said the priest, and stood still in front of him. "Ah, yes! it is late," said Thord, and took a seat. The priest sat down also, as though waiting. A long, long silence followed.
For one instant, on the first step of the great porch, Sergius Thord and his companion, Johan Zegota, met, but making a rapid sign to each other with the left hand, they as quickly separated, Zegota to enter the Cathedral, Thord to walk rapidly down one of the narrowest and most unfrequented streets to the lower precincts of the city.
"I will make it four thousand," Ben-Hur continued; "and in what you shall do for the money there will be no blood on your hands, Thord. Hear me now. Did not your friend here look like me?" "I would have said he was an apple from the same tree."
Had they made a more ominous guess, had they imagined that Sergius Thord was the actual murderer of the woman they had idolised, there would have been no remembrance whatever of the work he had done to aid them in the various reforms now being made for their benefit; they would have torn him to pieces without a moment's mercy. The rough justice of the mob is a terrible thing!
Then she drew a sword and thrust it at Thord and gave him great wounds, the sword striking his right arm and wounding him on both nipples. So hard did she follow up the stroke that the sword stuck in the bolster. Then Aud went away and to her horse and leapt on to its back, and thereupon rode home. Thord tried to spring up when he got the blow, but could not, because of his loss of blood.
A few minutes' quick organisation worked by Leroy and Zegota, and some few other of their comrades sufficed to break up the mob into three sections, and in perfect order they stood blocked for a moment, like the three wings of a great army. Then once more Thord addressed them: "People, you have heard my vow!
They were well received there, for it was an open house for all guests; and forthwith that same evening Asgaut went to see Thorolf Rednose, and told him all the matters concerning their errand, "how Vigdis, his kinswoman, had sent him this man to keep in safety." Asgaut also told him all that had happened between Ingjald and Thord Goddi; therewithal he took forth the tokens Vigdis had sent.
Thord had for wife the sister of Thorkell and Knut, who was called Aud, neither a goodly nor a bucksome woman. Thord loved her little, as he had chiefly married her for her money, for there a great wealth was stored together, and the household flourished from the time that Thord came to have hand in it with them. Of Gest Oddleifson and Gudrun's Dreams
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