~ Possibly Howard's last complete story; first published in The Marchers of Valhalla (1972). - Robert E. Howard

Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.

When you allow the elevation of a man, one can be sure that you'll profit by his advancement.

By Crom, I do not like this place, where dead men rise, and sleeping men vanish into the bellies of shadows!