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Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandaled feet.
He spent some months among a tribe of the Aesir, fighting the Vanir and the Hyperboreans, and developing a hate for the latter which lasted all his life. Enslaved by those cold immortal sorcerers, he saw his comrades all die at their hands. But it was not only the Hyperboreans who kindled his rage...