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Bloodshed and violence and savagery were the natural elements of the life Conan knew; he could not, and would never understand the little things that are so dear to the souls of civilized men and women.
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“But the Picts are divided into small clans,” persisted Balthus. “They’ll never unite. We can whip any single clan.” “Or any three or four clans,” admitted the slayer. “But some day a man will rise and unite thirty or forty clans,...
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“But you are mine. Oh, fool, you have come from the far grey hills of Cimmeria to meet your doom in the forests of Conajohara.”
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He was a barbarian of a thousand generations of barbarians.
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”That scream came from this glade, or near by,” answered Conan. “I don’t mistake the location of sounds, even in the woods.”
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“He was a man,” said Conan. “I drink to his shade, and to the shade of the dog, who knew no fear.” He quaffed part of the wine, then emptied the rest upon the floor, with a curious heathen gesture, and smashed the goblet. “The heads of ten...
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“I’ve roamed far; farther than any other man of my race ever wandered.
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The barbarian’s eyes were smoldering with fires that never lit the eyes of men bred to the ideas of civilization. In that instant he was all wild, and had forgotten the man at his side.
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The forester stared at him, comparing him with the men about them, the men who had died along the lost river; comparing him with those other wild men over that river. Conan did not seem aware of his gaze. “Barbarism is the natural state of...
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The stranger was clad like himself in regard to boots and breeks, though the latter were of silk instead of leather. But he wore a sleeveless hauberk of dark mesh-mail in place of a tunic, and a helmet perched on his black mane. That helmet held the...
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The wayfarer was staring wide-eyed at the larger man, dumbfounded by the realization that the man had actually tracked down one of the forest-devils and slain him unsuspected. That implied woodsmanship of a quality undreamed, even for Conajohara....
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“Then you, too, are a barbarian!” he exclaimed involuntarily. The other nodded, without taking offense. “I am Conan, a Cimmerian.” “I’ve heard of you!” Fresh interest quickened Balthus’ gaze. No wonder the Pict had fallen victim to...
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The governor turned toward Conan and stared at him thoughtfully. “The soldiers, who do not believe in ghosts or devils,” he said, “are almost in a panic of fear. You, who believe in ghosts, ghouls, goblins, and all manner of uncanny things, do...
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They were wild men, of a sort, yet there was still a wide gulf between them and the Cimmerian. They were sons of civilization, reverted to a semi-barbarism. He was a barbarian of a thousand generations of barbarians. They had acquired stealth and...
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“What did you say to the Pict?” asked Balthus. “Told him to pull into shore; said there was a white forest runner on the other bank who was trying to get a shot at him.” “That doesn’t seem fair,” Balthus objected. “He thought a...
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