Part 61 (1/2)

”Peace!” the ghostly tones reverberated through the great shadowy cavern. ”Your destiny is one with Aquilonia. Gigantic happenings are forming in the web and the womb of Fate, and a blood-mad sorcerer shall not stand in the path of imperial destiny. Ages ago Set coiled about the world like a python about its prey. All my life, which was as the lives of three common men, I fought him. I drove him into the shadows of the mysterious south, but in dark Stygia men still wors.h.i.+p him who to us is the arch-demon. As I fought Set, I fight his wors.h.i.+ppers and his votaries and his acolytes. Hold out your sword.”

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Wondering, Conan did so, and on the great blade, close to the heavy silver guard, the ancient traced with a bony finger a strange symbol that glowed like white fire in the shadows. And on the instant crypt, tomb and ancient vanished, and Conan, bewildered, sprang from his couch in the great golden-domed chamber. And as he stood, bewildered at the strangeness of his dream, he realized that he was gripping his sword in his hand. And his hair p.r.i.c.kled at the nape of his neck, for on the broad blade was carven a symbol the outline of a phoenix. And he remembered that on the tomb in the crypt he had seen what he had thought to be a similar figure, carven of stone. Now he wondered if it had been but a stone figure, and his skin crawled at the strangeness of it all.

Then as he stood, a stealthy sound in the corridor outside brought him to life, and without stopping to investigate, he began to don his armor; again he was the barbarian, suspicious and alert as a gray wolf at bay.CHAPTER 5.What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?

I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.

The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;

Rush in and die, dogs I was a man before I was a king.

The Road of Kings.

Through the silence which shrouded the corridor of the royal palace stole twenty furtive figures. Their stealthy feet, bare or cased in soft leather, made no sound either on thick carpet or bare marble tile. The torches which stood in niches along the halls gleamed red on dagger, sword and keen-edged ax.

”Easy all!” hissed Ascalante. ”Stop that cursed loud breathing, whoever it is! The officer of the night-guard has removed most of the sentries from these halls and made the rest drunk, but we must be careful, just the same. Back! Here come the guard!”

They crowded back behind a cl.u.s.ter of carven pillars, and almost immediately ten giants in black armor swung by at a measured pace. Their faces showed doubt as they glanced at the officer who was leading them away from their post of duty. This officer was rather pale; as the guard pa.s.sed the hiding-places of the conspirators, he was seen to wipe the sweat from his brow with a shaky hand. He was young, and this betrayal of a king did not come easy to him.

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He mentally cursed the vain-glorious extravagance which had put him in debt to the moneylenders and made him a p.a.w.n of scheming politicians.

The guardsmen clanked by and disappeared up the corridor.

”Good!” grinned Ascalante. ”Conan sleeps unguarded. Haste! If they catch us killing him, we're undone but few men will espouse the cause of a dead king.”

”Aye, haste!” cried Rinaldo, his blue eyes matching the gleam of the sword he swung above his head. ”My blade is thirsty! I hear the gathering of the vultures! On!”

They hurried down the corridor with reckless speed and stopped before a gilded door which bore the royal dragon symbol of Aquilonia.

”Gromel!” snapped Ascalante. ”Break me this door open!”

The giant drew a deep breath and launched his mighty frame against the panels, which groaned and bent at the impact. Again he crouched and plunged. With a snapping of bolts and a rending crash of wood, the door splintered and burst inward.

”In!” roared Ascalante, on fire with the spirit of the deed.

”In!” yelled Rinaldo. ”Death to the tyrant!”

They stopped short. Conan faced them, not a naked man roused mazed and unarmed out of deep sleep to be butchered like a sheep, but a barbarian wide-awake and at bay, partly armored, and with his long sword in his hand.

For an instant the tableau held the four rebel n.o.blemen in the broken door, and the horde of wild hairy faces crowding behind them all held momentarily frozen by the sight of the blazing-eyed giant standing sword in hand in the middle of the candle-lighted chamber. In that instant Ascalante beheld, on a small table near the royal couch, the silver scepter and the slender gold circlet which was the crown of Aquilonia, and the sight maddened him with desire.

”In, rogues!” yelled the outlaw. ”He is one to twenty and he has no helmet!”

True; there had been lack of time to don the heavy plumed casque, or to lace in place the side- plates of the cuira.s.s, nor was there now time to s.n.a.t.c.h the great s.h.i.+eld from the wall. Still, Conan was better protected than any of his foes except Volmana and Gromel, who were in full armor.

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