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After the ocean swallowed Atlantis,

and before recorded history,

there was an age when mythical kingdoms

spread across an uncharted world.

This was the age of Conan.

Enslaved as a boy, Conan grew into a warrior.

He escaped to encounter mystery, magic, and myth

while forever facing the ultimate master of sorcery.

Lover, friend, hero.

His destiny was to free the oppressed,

and become a king by his own hand.

Conan.

Sign of the Red Snake.

The Agita.

Liars, thieves, killers.

A pleasant breed.

And cannibals.

I've heard they're cannibals.

A cannibal with half an appetite,

that's more than enough for me.

What you're saying reeks of philosophy.

He's right though.

You should give the bones a good handling,

take a look at 'em.

And why would I want to take on such a pleasant task?

Check it for tooth marks.

Conan!

Why don't we take a very long, long way around this forest?

I certainly could use a little wine and food.

How about you, Conan?

More than a little.

Conan, my friend.

Conan, my friend.

Savann and I have shared many fights together.

And a great deal of grog.

What was her name?

The little gold-haired woman with the shape of a goddess?

My memories are clouded with all the women of your past.

You mean all the wenches trying to escape your grasp?

You are drunk and confused, my friend.

To all the wenches you never caught.

And all the ones you lie about.

Which are many.

* Of all the women *

* That I've loved *

* Only Simone *

Well, what you looking for?

Where's all your baggage?

I don't carry any baggage.

Well, why then all these baggage carriers?

Are you calling me a baggage carrier?

It was just a joke, my thick-headed friend.

Save the fight for the Agita.

To your good health.

Conan, where are you traveling to?

To the Agita and beyond.

We are looking for the wizard Hissah Zul.

Ah, the wizard of the wizards.

By Crom, when you hunt, you only chase the biggest game.

With Hissah Zul either we hunt, or we are hunted.

What does the quiet one say?

He asks if you not fear to be in our company?

From the looks of your four,

I say Hissah Zul soon has to find another world

to do his magic in.

What brings you to this pleasant countryside?

Blood.

Come tomorrow morning, I will cross Agita country.

Go to war against the Blue Stone Cult.

What have they done

to deserve your anger?

For the last six months,

I lived in the village on the Teko River.

A woman lived there.

Kind, and beautiful.

We found love together.

One day, I went out hunting,

and the Blue Stone came,

and they killed all the men, children,

old people, young people.

They took the women, young and strong ones.

And they took mine.

And you go to fight them alone?

I'm not alone.

I'm carrying the hatred of hundreds

of my dead friends in my heart.

A short time ago, my woman was taken by Hissah Zul.

I'll get her back, or I'll leave a trail of blood

across Blue Stone country

that one will be able to follow for 100 years.

Now, a toast to my friend Conan,

and my newfound friends.

I've been thinking about Savann,

and came to a decision.

We all traveled well together,

but I have to be with him.

If that means we go around and avoid the Agita

and not get killed, I vote we go.

I will meet you all in three weeks at the Kina Outpost.

Who makes this decision for us that we cannot go?

Last night, you wanted to kill this man.

I'm not fond of him, no.

He's vain and arrogant,

and I do not like vain and arrogant men.

And he's not the best judge of character, I mean,

do I look like a baggage carrier?

If you go to meet trouble,

we go with you.

So be it.

Well that's all fine, Conan,

but in the future can we meet up

with the kind of trouble that comes with finery?

Look forward to it.

He's right, the littlest men do have the biggest dreams.

And the best men.

Your sword, nice piece of workmanship.

It does the job.

Not more than that?

It is a blessing from Crom.

It is a tool, and a friend.

The sword of Atlantis, I'd say it's quite a prize.

You know about it?

Yes, it's a blade that could

certainly make a good warrior.

No sword can win for you.

Yeah, but a blade can give an edge to men who are equal.

No blade can win for you.

You're wrong about that.

When it comes to the sword, I'm not wrong.

About this, you and your wits

need some sharpening.

My wits and my sword are both sharp.

You know what, you're wrong again.

Let's just take the fight we had yesterday, for instance.

If you wouldn't have had your sword,

I don't think you would have been able

to hold off my attack any longer.

You must have left your memory back at the camp.

And your skills with words is clearly as forgettable

as your skills with the sword.

Maybe I should work my skill into your flesh, my friend.

Maybe you should.

Before we discuss this any further, we have visitors.

We would like all your weapons and jewelry.

And anything else you have hidden,

and if you have grog, we'll take that too.

We're drinking people, you see.

And what do we get for all of that?

I know what you'll get if you don't hand it over.

Take what you can.

You still want our weapons?

Mercy, mercy!

Same mercy you have given to us?

No, no, no!

Crawl well, old shaman.

Or you might not live to crawl at all, do you understand?

Enough, Savann.

Get off your belly, old man.

Yes, great one, we will give you food, and drink,

and treat you like true kings.

Well I for one wouldn't mind being treated like a king.

Ah, good wine.

Why do you think they gave up so easily?

They're cowards.

Or liars, to be watched.

Ah.

For a man who just lost someone he loves,

he does not seem so heartbroken.

Look at this one.

It is an honor to be served by so many beautiful women.

Hey, I sense you have a good mind.

Maybe you could answer a question.

Do you think we're eating the giant I killed,

or the one Conan killed?

I'll propose a toast, and when they drink,

the snake will fall to their lips and hss.

Conan, don't you think it's kind of odd

that old toothless warlock

slipping into the hut to get us something to drink?

I think the old man smiles too easily.

They are too willing to bow to us.

I know many ways we still can kill 'em.

Or they us.

Conan?

Over here, two!

Four mugs of grog?

- Yes. - Five.

And one for each of my friends.

To you, Conan.

My friends.

I'm so hungry.

Absolutely.

And meat is good.

I've missed you.

You've missed me, we haven't met.

Oh, that's not what you said last month.

Told you we never met.

Well.

Maybe I was mistaken.

You are mistaken, pretty one.

But I wish it was me.

To the old days.

To the old days, Conan.

Watch out for snakes.

Zzeben!

Well, I expect good news.

Savann has worked his will upon Conan, sire.

You are certain?

Yes.

Summon the high priestess.

Your guests are due to arrive as scheduled.

I am prepared for them, as you wish.

Don't fail me.

I never have before.

I am hopeful that all this will fall in your favor.

You hopeful?

I've never heard you use a word like that before.

I use the word only in a metaphoric sense, master,

since I am, of course, beyond hope.

There is something in your manner

I'm not sure I like.

Since I am without a body,

so I must be without a manner.

It's too bad that you could not have avoided death

as well as you avoided certain of my questions.

I am certain of one thing.

Savann will lead Conan into the trap you have set.

First, the sword.

Then the man.

Come tomorrow, I will feast on Conan's bones.

Are you all prepared?

Can you bring them?

Brought them this far, haven't I?

Don't fail me in this.

We wouldn't, don't worry.

Don't walk away.

Is there trouble?

Where's Savann?

That may be the trouble.

If you fail, if you do,

all they will talk about is how gruesome your death was.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Now go.

It seems you have made up your mind, speak up.

We don't know, but why is he having secret meetings

with the men we're gonna go fight?

I will ask him.

You don't need to ask.

I will tell you everything.

And now, I'm defenseless.

I was approached tonight by two men

from the Blue Stone Cult.

These two have deserted the brotherhood, and now hunt it.

Word has arrived from the brotherhood that I was coming,

and these two were willing and able

to sell me some information on my woman for gold.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

Do I know if it's a trap?

So I went alone, and paid them,

and told them if they fail me, I will kill them.

What about the servant girl?

She's a fool and mistaken.

Why don't you get her up here and ask her yourself?

So am I.

I'm a fool, and I'm mistaken

for thinking that I have friends.

What do you think of me?

What, no answer?

What kind of man are you?

You can talk behind my back, but what about into my face?

We don't trust you.

That's an answer.

Not a good one, but at least it's an answer.

It's an honest one.

Honest?

Have I ever done anything to you?

To any of you?

Yet you don't think I'm honest.

What about you, my friend Conan?

Do you think I'm dishonest in some way?

Whatever you say, will be the truth for me.

I shouldn't have to say anything.

I journeyed with you, I fought with you,

I bled with you.

Was I ever dishonest then?

Was there ever anything evil in my heart?

No.

Never.

That's an honest answer.

I'm gonna go alone.

My woman is imprisoned

about a day's ride from here in some castle.

Remember Conan, I didn't ask you to come with me.

Savann.

You heard him, what do you have to say now?

I think you know how we feel.

Even after what he has said?

Even after what he has said.

My Sumerian blood says to help my friend.

I too will help any man who is my friend.

Is this man our friend?

He has not proved otherwise.

Let's hope he doesn't prove it too late for us.

Back at the Agita, at the celebration,

with the young women.

He did not seem like a man who was brokenhearted.

Each man grieves his own way.

Conan!

What if Savann and the Blue Stone have formed an alliance?

Made plans to kill you?

What if they're with Hissah Zul?

That may be.

But I have to go help him, and find out the truth.

Where are you going?

Should've been born a coward.

Did you come here to put me to the sword,

or to offer me your sword?

Forget the swords.

We're here to help you.

Then come over the bridge with me.

Bayu, Otli, Zzeben, you go first, then I go.

I'm gonna go first.

I wanna prove myself.

All right, who's gonna be next?

Me, I'm next?

Slowly.

I'll go slow, I'll go slow.

What do you weigh?

No more mutton for you, Bayu.

Come on.

Piece of cake, Zzeben.

Conan!

Savann!

You're a traitor!

Conan, my friend.

I will take your sword.

Come on, throw it to me.

Never!

- Never! - No, don't do it!

Throw your sword, or your friend will die.

Come on.

Was that a warning, Conan?

Take 'em away.

Savann, I will kill you for this!

See you later, my friend.

Open the gate!

I see it went as easily as you promised.

Like catching mice.

It's not finished yet.

That's right, my thick-headed friend.

You're just the bait.

Conan will come for you, to save your life,

and I will send his head back to Hissah Zul.

And I, and the High Priestess,

will be very well rewarded.

Before you send his head to anyone,

you're gonna have to deal with the rest of him first.

Cage them!

I don't wanna hear their voices again!

My priestess.

What kind of chance does Conan have against all of them?

He doesn't even have his weapon.

We gotta figure out a way to help him.

We have to find a way to help ourselves.

Well I'm right.

The only thing we can do for him from here is scream.

And?

Shh, you're talking too fast.

Yes, how the Blue Faces cow to her.

Yes, if we could get ahold of her,

then those warriors might not be so willing to fight

if we had a knife up to their

saintly high priestess's throat!

Well, now that we have that settled,

there's only one thing left for us to figure out,

our original problem.

How do we get outta here?

Afraid of a little snake?

It is not little to me.

Look out that window.

If we don't get outta here, we're dead anyway,

and you're afraid of a snake bite.

I'm really startin' to not like you.

Help, help me, help!

This ogre robbed me of a pouch of gold I had!

Stop, fool.

You're not gonna rob me, you thick-headed orc.

Who you callin' a thick-headed orc?

I'd rather give it to them!

Move, you move over there!

You back up!

Say anything, I'm gonna kill you.

Who is dead?

You're not so brave now, are ya?

Where's the gold, little man?

It's inside a pouch inside of his shirt.

Shh, let's see it.

I'm gonna kill you for this, I swear it!

- Kill me now! - There it is.

He's a smart one.

He is?

How smart, little man?

He doesn't call me little man.

How do you know the gold is still inside the pouch?

If there is not gold here,

you will be breathing

through a nice new slash across your throat.

- A snake! - Snake!

Conan!

Well I'm glad to see you didn't waste any time

getting to your own funeral.

It's not my funeral I've come for.

I wonder whose, then.

I don't suppose you believe you've come for mine.

Come down like a great warrior, and find out.

A great warrior, my friend,

is a smart one.

Kill them!

You will die for this!

Stop, stop or your priestess dies!

Throw down your weapons, or I cut the lady's throat!

She's not my high priestess.

I told you, it is not the sword.

Now I'll prove it.

My sword has not served you well, has it Savann?

You think the Blue Stone people will remain under control?

I cannot be sure.

Why did we leave them intact?

You want me to slay them all?

It'd be safer.

I'd rather destroy only Hissah Zul.

I am a messenger of Crom, not an assassin.

But you kill.

I kill to defend myself.

Bayu, you do not treat people fairly.

What would you like me to do, become a midwife?

Maybe if I didn't have to listen

to your shrieking little voice,

I too would be happy.

Well if my silence would stop your misery from spreading,

I would behave like Zzeben.

You cannot stop those jaws from flapping

any more than a bird can stop its wings.

I have seen birds glide for many minutes.

Which is longer than you could suppress your babble.

Your mouth should be in proportion to your body.

And if your body were in proportion to your brain,

you could ride a swamp rat.

Then how could I stop people from stomping you

into an ugly rug?

As usual, you are wrong.

I would make a beautiful rug.

You protect him with your laughter.

He's like an annoying rodent.

But he gets us through moments of silence.

You, Zzeben, say more with your silence than all of us.

I value it and appreciate it greatly.

Which means you should shut up.

Okay, I will.

I will behave like Zzeben.

Zzeben welcomes you

to the fraternity of the silent.

I didn't mean it!

I'll talk, I'll talk!

Should've at least kissed him back.

Don't help him!

You're supposed to be on my side.