About the book: 2001 / A lone traveler climbed onto the road that ran through the valley. He was a tall, tanned man of strong build. His name was Conan, and he was from Cimmeria. The faded hilt of the sword thrown behind his back, the leather scabbard, greasy from frequent use, and that special predatory look left no doubt about his chosen craft - Conan made his living with his weapons. After a commotion, not without his participation, at one powerful royal court, the Cimmerian two things were required: a den hidden from human eyes where one could sit out, and money…