_Fame_ was the God of Sviatoslaf.

To acquire the reputation of a great warrior, he was willing to whelm provinces in blood.

But he was too magnanimous to take any mean advantage of their weakness.

He would give them fair warning, that no blow should be struck, assassin-like, stealthily and in the dark.
He accustomed his body, Spartan-like, to all the fatigues and exposures of war.

He indulged in no luxury of tents or carriages, and ate the flesh of horses and wild beasts, which he roasted himself, over the coals.