>>96095660>But he doesn't interact with them as characters.Heโs coming to, Horsa,โ said a voice. โHasteโwe must rub the frost out of his limbs, if heโs ever to wield sword again.โ
โHe wonโt open his left hand,โ growled another. โHeโs clutching somethingโโ
Conan opened his eyes and stared into the bearded faces that bent over him. He was surrounded by tall golden-haired warriors in mail and furs.
โConan! You live!โ
โBy Crom, Niord,โ gasped the Cimmerian. โAm I alive, or are we all dead and in Valhalla?โ
โWe live,โ grunted the Aesir, busy over Conanโs half-frozen feet. โWe had to fight our way through an ambush, or we had come up with you before the battle was joined. The corpses were scarce cold when we came upon the field. We did not find you among the dead, so we followed your spoor. In Ymirโs name, Conan, why did you wander off into the wastes of the north? We have followed your tracks in the snow for hours. Had a blizzard come up and hidden them, we had never found you, by Ymir!โ