Conan the Barbarian

Between the time

when the oceans drank Atlantis...

...and the rise of the sons of Aryas...

...there was an age undreamed-of.

And unto this, Conan...

...destined to bear

the jeweled crown of Aquilonia...

...upon a troubled brow.

It is I, his chronicler,

who alone can tell thee of his saga.

Let me tell you of the days...

...of high adventure.

Fire and wind come from the sky...

...from the gods of the sky,

but Crom is your god.

Crom lives in the earth.

Once giants lived in the earth, Conan.

And in the darkness of chaos...

...they fooled Crom and took

from him the enigma of steel.

Crom was angered and the earth shook.

Fire and wind struck down the giants

and threw their bodies in the water.

But in their rage, the gods forgot

the secret of steel...

...and left it on the battlefield.

And we who found it...

...are just men.

Not gods. Not giants.

Just men.

The secret of steel has always

carried with it a mystery.

You must learn it, little Conan.

You must learn its discipline.

For no one,

no one in this world can you trust.

Not men, not women, not beasts.

This you can trust.

Kill that one!

The ashes were trampled

into the earth...

...and the blood became as snow.

Who knows what they came for?

Weapons of steel or murder?

It was never known,

for their leader rode to the south...

... while children went north

with the Vanir.

No one would ever know that my lord's

people had lived at all.

His was a tale of sorrow.

Sit here.

Sit here!

He did not care anymore.

Life and death...

...the same.

Only that the crowd would

be there to greet him...

...with howls of lust and fury.

He began to realize

his sense of worth.

He mattered.

In time, his victories

could not easily be counted.

He was taken to the East...

...a great prize,

where the war masters...

...would teach him

the deepest secrets.

Language and writing

were made available...

...the poetry of Khitai,

the philosophy of Sung.

And he also came to know

the pleasures of women...

...when he was bred

to the finest stock.

But always there remained

the discipline of steel.

My fear is that my sons

will never understand me.

We won again!

This is good.

But what is best in life?

The open steppe.

Fleet horse.

Falcons at your wrist.

And the wind in your hair.

Wrong!

Conan, what is best in life?

To crush your enemies, see them

driven before you...

...and to hear the lamentation

of their women.

That is good.

Go. Go. You're free.

Go.

It has been surmised that perhaps

my lord was like a wild animal...

...that had been kept too long.

Perhaps.

But whatever, freedom...

...so long an

unremembered dream, was his.

Crom.

There's warmth and fire.

Do you not wish to warm yourself

by my fire?

They said you would come.

From the north,

a man of great strength.

A conqueror.

A man who would someday be king

by his own hand.

Who would crush the snakes

of the earth-

Snakes? Did you say snakes?

What is it you seek?

A standard.

A symbol.

Perhaps on a shield.

Two snakes, coming together.

Facing each other...

...but they're one.

With a sun and a moon below.

Black sun, black moon.

Yes.

There's a price, barbarian.

Zamora.

The crossroads of the world.

You will find...

...what you want...

...in Zamora!

Oh!

Crom!

Food.

Food!

I have not eaten for days.

And who says you will?

Give me food so I have strength

when the wolves come.

Let me die not in hunger...

...but in combat.

Who are you?

I am Subotai, thief and archer.

I am Hyrkanian,

the great order of Kerlait.

Why are you here?

Dinner for wolves.

What gods do you pray to?

I pray to the Four Winds.

And you?

To Crom.

But I seldom pray to him.

He doesn't listen.

What good is he then?

It's just as I've always said.

He's strong. If I die,

l have to go before him...

...and he will ask,

what's the rule of steel?

If I don't know it,

he will cast me away.

That's Crom, strong on his mountain.

My god is greater.

Crom laughs from his mountain

at your Four Winds.

My god is stronger.

He is the everlasting sky.

Crom lives underneath him.

Civilization, ancient and

wicked. Have you seen this before?

No. Let's waste no time.

-It's good.

-We don't know how long it was there.

Stink!

Does it always smell?

How does the wind get in?

How about two snakes...

...coming together over a black sun?

A magnificent standard.

The only ones I know are Set's

in those cursed towers.

They've spread to every city.

Two years ago, it was a snake cult.

Now, everywhere.

They are deceivers.

They murder people in the night.

I know nothing.

Hey.

Black lotus. Stygian. The best.

It better not be Haga.

I would sell Haga to a slayer?

-A pittance to protect you from evil.

-I am evil.

They're all sluts.

He's dead already.

Can you believe that? Huh?

You're too big to be a thief.

Come. Let's leave this place.

Looking for snakes?

They live in the Tower of the Serpent.

Said to have riches without end

and the greatest jewel of all...

...the Eye of the Serpent.

Chew it slowly. It's the good stuff.

-You are not a guard.

-Neither are you.

We're thieves like yourself.

-Come to climb the tower.

-You don't even have a rope.

Two fools who laugh at death.

Do you know what horrors

lie beyond that wall?

No.

Then you go first.

-What could smell so bad?

-Do you want to live forever?

That one is the high priest,

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