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.

He said you were a wizard.

Let's waste no time.

...and he will ask, what's the rule of steel?

What good is he then?

I am the wellspring from which you flow. When I am gone...you will have never been. What will your world be without me?

Don't leave me! My lord! No, don't kill me! Father! The purging is at last at hand. Day of doom is here.

To the west, Nemedia, Aquilonia. To the south, Koth, Stygia. Snakes! Everywhere these evil towers.

The crossroads of the world.

With a sun and a moon below.

He is Conan, Cimmerian. He won't cry. So, I cry for him.

Food. Food! I have not eaten for days.

Hold me.

Valor pleases you, Crom, so grant me one request. Grant me revenge. And if you do not listen, then to hell with you.

You don't even have a rope.

There's more.

Afraid to bare yourself?

He began to realize his sense of worth. He mattered.

Language and writing were made available...the poetry of Khitai, the philosophy of Sung.

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.

Look below.

I summon demons more ferocious than all in hell!

Let's take what we have while we live.

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.

We kill Thulsa Doom another day.

In your hand you hold my light...a gleam in the eye of Set.

He was taken to the East...a great prize

It is I, his chronicler, who alone can tell thee of his saga.

A standard. A symbol. Perhaps on a shield. Two snakes, coming together.

My child. You have come to me, my son. For who now is your father if it is not me?

No one would ever know that my lord's people had lived at all.

No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad.

I strike at you. I summon demons more ferocious than all in hell!

What insolence! What arrogance! I salute you.

Of course.

Doom!

What gods do you pray to?

But whatever, freedom...

I would sell Haga to a slayer?

A conqueror.

As we speak, my daughter travels east...to Thulsa Doom and his mountain of power. She is to be his!

He has seen your fires.

What arrogance!

Let me breathe my last breath into your mouth.

In time, his victories could not easily be counted.

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.

I'll see what's here.

success can test one's mettle...as surely as the strongest adversary.

But I seldom pray to him. He doesn't listen.

Have you ever ridden one of those before?