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.Between the time
when the oceans drank Atlantis...
... and the rise of the sons of Aryus...
... 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!
You. Kill 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 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.