"Odda is the first Christian man I have spoken with, to my knowledge.

So, if I were likely to leave my own faith, I have not so much as heard of another." "So you are no hater of Christians ?" he said.
"Surely not.

Why should I be?
I never thought of the matter." Then he said: "Herein you Norsemen are not like the Danes, who hate our faith, and slay our priests because of their hatred." "More likely because Christian means Saxon to them, or else because you have slain them as heathens.

Northmen do not trouble about another nation's faith so long as their own is not interfered with.
Why should they?
Each country has its own ways in this as in other matters." Thereat Neot was silent, and asked me no more.

Hereafter I learned that hatred of race had made the hatred of religion bitter, until the last seemed to be the greatest hatred of all, adding terror and bitterest cruelty to the struggle for mastery.
Presently, before it was very late, Neot rose up and spoke to Odda, bidding him farewell.