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
your judges.
Those who have lied...
...and corrupted the earth.
They shall all be cleansed.
You, my children, are the water...
...that will wash away
all that has gone before.
In your hand you hold my light...
...a gleam in the eye of Set.
This flame will
burn away the darkness...
...burn you away to paradise!
My child.
You have come to me, my son.
For who now is your father
if it is not me?
Who gave you the will to live?
I am the wellspring
from which you flow.
When I am gone...
...you will have never been.
What will your world be without me?
My son.
My son.
So, did Conan return the wayward...
... daughter of King Osric home.
And having no further concern...
... he and his companions sought
adventure in the West.
Many wars and feuds did Conan fight.
Honor and fear were heaped
upon his name.
In time, he became a king...
... by his own hand.
This story shall also be told.
The EndBetween 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 jewelled
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, and he lives
in the Earth.
Once giants lived
in the Earth, Conan.
And in the darkness
of chaos...
they fooled Crom,
and they took from him
the enigma of steel.
Crom was angered,
and the Earth shook.
And fire and wind
struck down these giants,
and they threw their bodies
into the waters.
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.
And the secret of steel
has always carried with it
a mystery.
You must learn its riddle,
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.
Conan!
Kill that one first!
No! No!
Over there!
You! Get him!
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 the 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 warmasters
would teach him
the deepest secrets.
Hai!
Language and writing
were made available:
the poetry of Kitai,
the philosophy of Sung.
And he also came to know
the pleasures of women...
when he was bred
to the finest stock.
But always