Shouting]
[Snarling]
[Groaning]
[Yelling]
[Snaps]
[Wizard]
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.
[Grunting]
Hai!
[Groans]
[Wizard]
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.
[Whimpering]
[Observers Muttering]
[Wizard]
But always there remained...
the discipline of steel.
My fear is that my sons
will never understand me.
[Shouting]
[Speaking Native Language]
We've won again!
[Cheering]
This is good,
but what is best in life?
The open steppe,
a fleet horse,
falcons at your wrists...
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.
That is good.
[Cheering]
[Thunderclap]
[Moaning]
[Chain Rattles]
[Grunting]
Go! Go! You're free!
[Thunder Rumbling]
Go!
[Wizard]
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.
[Snarling, Barking]
[Grunting]
[Snarling,
Barking Continue]
[Growling, Snarling]
[Yelling]
[Dogs Howling]
[Howling Continues]
Crom.
[Barks]
[Bird Squawking]
[Bird Screeching]
There's warmth and fire.
Do you not wish to warm
yourself by my fire?
[Howl]
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.
- One 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... with a sun...
and a moon below.
Black sun,
black moon.
Yes.
There's a price,
barbarian.
[Moaning]
Zamora.
The... crossroads...
of the world.
You will...
[Moaning]
Find... what...
you want...
in Zamora.
Ohh!
[Moaning]
[Panting]
[Snarling]
[Screaming, Growling]
[Screaming Stops]
[Shrieking]
[Shrieking Continues]
[Demonic Laughter]
Crom!
[Laughter Continues]
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.
So what are you
doing here?
Dinner for wolves.
[Laughing]
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.
[Laughing]
What good is he, then?
Ah, it's just
as I've always said.
He is strong.
If I die,
I have to go before him,
and he will ask me,
"What is the riddle of steel?"
If I don't know it,
he will cast me out
of Valhalla and laugh at me.
That's Crom.
Strong on his mountain.
Ah, my god is greater.
Ha-ha! Crom laughs
at your four winds,
laughs from his mountain.
My god is stronger.
He is
the everlasting sky.
Your god lives
underneath him.
[Chuckles]
Civilization,
ancient and wicked.
Have you ever
seen this before?
No.
Let's waste no time!
It's good.
You have no idea
how long it's