Carrick was silent for a moment. "There's not much to tell. He was as fierce and as dedicated a soldier of Sparta as any other man. Utterly ruthless and vicious beyond anything the modern world would tolerate, but to us, that was what made a hero."
His voice was slow and meditative. "He called me Glaukopis. It means 'grey eyes'. Quite insulting really, as it was a praise name of Athena, and we hated the Athenians." He was quiet for another few moments. "He was strict, cruel even. But I think he cared for me, in his own way. Though who knows. As I said, I was very young. Too young."