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. 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! 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. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Флетч жив на английском - текст ...за имя Мое на английском - текст Старухи на английском - текст Мой телохранитель на английском - текст Берегись автомобиля на английском |