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Robert E. Howard - Conan The Warrior
Atec Февраль 20 2008 18:02:28
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. Autocratic society with its rigid caste laws lay east of the marches. Valannus was still a young man, well knit, with a finely chiseled countenance already carved into sober cast by toil and responsibility.
"You left the fort before daybreak, I was told," he said to Conan. "I had begun to fear that the Picts had caught you at last."
"When they smoke my head the whole river will know," grunted Conan. "They'll hear Pictish women wailing their dead as far as Velitrium -- I was on a lone scout. I couldn't sleep. I kept hearing drums talking across the river."
"They talk each night," reminded the governor, his fine eyes shadowed, as he stared closely at Conan. He had learned the unwisdom of discounting wild men's instincts.
"There was a difference last night," growled Conan. "There has been ever since Zogar Sag got back across the river."
"We should either have given him presents and sent him home, or else hanged him," sighed the governor. "You advised that, but--"
"But it's hard for you Hyborians to learn the ways of the outlands," said Conan. "Well, it can't be helped now, but there'll be no peace on the border so long as Zogar lives and remembers the cell he sweated in. I was following a warrior who slipped over to put a few white notches on his bow. After I split his head I fell in with this lad whose name is Balthus and who's come from the Tauran to help hold the frontier
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