Conan the Barbarian Page #2

There comes a time, thief,

when the jewels cease to sparkle...

...when the gold loses its luster...

...when the throne room

becomes a prison...

...and all that is left is

a father's love for his child.

To hell with Thulsa Doom.

He's evil.

A sorcerer who can summon demons.

His followers' only purpose

is to die in his service.

Thousands of them.

This mountain of power where he lives

is said to be impregnable.

I have talked to Subotai

and he agrees.

Let's take what we have

while we live.

I have never had so much as now.

All my life l've been alone.

Many times I've faced my death

with no one to know.

I would look into tents

of others in the dark...

...and l would see figures

holding each other.

But I always passed by.

You and I, we have warmth.

That's so hard to find in this world.

Please. Let someone else pass by

in the night.

Let's take the world by the throat,

and get what we desire.

The children of Doom.

Doom's children.

They told my lord the way

to the mountain of power.

They told him to throw down his sword

and return to the earth.

Ha!

Time enough for the earth

in the grave.

Once, great men lived here.

Giants, gods.

Once, but long ago.

It was here that I met my master.

It was no accident.

Nor is it mere chance

that I am the teller of his tale.

Hey!

I'm a wizard, mind you.

This place is kept by powerful gods

and spirits of kings.

Harm my flesh and you will have

to kill the dead.

Can you summon demons?

Yes!

I strike at you.

I summon demons more ferocious

than all in hell!

Mounds have been here

since the time of the Titans.

Kings buried in them, great kings.

Domains once glittered like

the light on the windy sea.

Fire won't burn there. No fire at all.

That's why I live down here

in the wind.

You care for these places?

I sing to them,

on nights when they wish.

I sing of the tales

of battles, heroes...

...witches and women.

Nobody bothers me down here.

Not even Thulsa Doom.

Do flowers grow here?

Flowers?

Flowers.

You're not a pilgrim, are you?

Oil the sword and feed the horse.

Have you ever ridden

one of those before?

No!

Warrior, what are the flowers for?

For a girl.

-Where are you going, brother?

-I'm afraid.

Afraid to bare yourself?

Why?

You're so big and well-grown.

You should be proud of your body.

How can you reach emptiness

without knowing your own body?

Could we talk over there

where the others cannot see?

Why, yes, brother. Of course.

I'm afraid and I'm shy.

Is this your robe, your priest's robe?

Yes, it's all I have.

Good.

That's all you'll ever need.

What do you see?

Infinity.

Good.

I see you.

I have watched you.

For 1000 years

I have watched you.

Who among you still fears death?

Who will not face emptiness?

Infidel!

I wish to speak to you now.

Where is the Eye of the Serpent?

Rexor says that you gave it to a girl.

Probably for a mere

night's pleasure?

What a loss.

People have no grasp of what they do.

You broke into my house,

stole my property...

...murdered my servants and my pets.

And that is what grieves me the most.

You killed my snake.

Thorgrim is beside himself with grief.

He raised that snake

from the time it was born.

You killed my mother. You killed my

father. You killed my people!

You took my father's sword.

Ah! Must have been when l was younger.

There was a time, boy,

when I searched for steel.

When steel meant more to me

than gold or jewels.

The riddle of steel.

Yes! You know what it is,

don't you, boy?

Shall I tell you?

It's the least I can do.

Steel isn't strong, boy.

Flesh is stronger.

Look around you.

There, on the rocks.

That beautiful girl.

Come to me, my child.

That is strength, boy.

That is power.

The strength and power of flesh.

What is steel compared to

the hand that wields it?

The strength of your body...

...the desire in your heart.

I gave you this.

Such a waste.

Contemplate this on the Tree of Woe.

Crucify him.

He said you were a wizard.

Do the gods owe you any favors?

There are dangers, but I see you care

little for those.

-The spirits here ask a heavy toll.

-Then I will pay them.

Drink.

Sometime soon, perhaps tonight,

they'll try to take him.

-And if they succeed-

-If they succeed, you'll follow.

No!

Stop!

They're gone!

They're gone!

All the gods, they cannot sever us.

If I were dead and you still fighting

for life, I'd come back...

...back from the pit of hell

to fight at your side.

The old man says the

Mountain of Power is hollow.

Thulsa Doom is in the mountain.

What else does he say?

That in the back of the mountain,

there's a gorge.

Many caves. A thief could get in

there, steal the princess...

...and be off before she's missed.

Good thieves could do that,

but not vengeful ones.

Only the girl.

We kill Thulsa Doom another day.

Agreed?

Conan?

So this is paradise!

Princess.

Get them!

Come on!

You.

Help him.

The infidel defilers...

...shall all drown in lakes of blood.

Now they will know why they

are afraid of the dark.

Now they will learn

why they fear the night.

Seek.

The wizard.

I told him I would pay the gods.

Hold me.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Let me breathe my last breath

into your mouth.

I'm so cold.

So cold...

Keep me...

...warm.

Keep...

...me...

Fire won't burn up there.

No fire at all.

Why do you cry?

He is Conan, Cimmerian.

He won't cry.

So, I cry for him.

He will kill you.

He has seen your fires.

He will come for me,

and when he does, he will kill you.

I remember days like this when my

father took me to the forest...

...and we ate wild blueberries.

More than 20 years ago.

I was just a boy of four or five.

The leaves were so dark and green then.

The grass smelled sweet

with the spring wind.

Almost 20 years of pitiless combat.

No rest, no sleep like other men.

And yet the spring wind

blows, Subotai.

Have you ever felt such a wind?

They blow where I live too.

In the north of every man's heart.

It's never too late, Subotai.

No.

It would only lead me back here

another day.

In even worse company.

For us, there is no spring.

Just the wind that smells fresh

before the storm.

Where did you get this stuff?

The dead.

The gods are pleased with you.

They will watch the battle.

-Are they going to help?

-No.

Then tell them to stay out of the way.

Crom...

...I have never prayed to you before.

I have no tongue for it.

No one, not even you, will remember

if we were good men or bad.

Why we fought or why we died.

No.

All that matters is that two

stood against many.

That's what's important.

Valor pleases you, Crom,

so grant me one request.

Grant me revenge.

And if you do not listen,

then to hell with you.

-That's how we do it.

-I did it. With my spear!

Do you want to live forever?

Doom!

Don't leave me! My lord!

No, don't kill me!

Father!

The purging is at last at hand.

Day of doom is here.

All that is evil,

all that have eyes...

...your parents, your leaders.

Those who would call themselves

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