CONAN in the desert

We meet CONAN on the verge of death in a barren desert,

CONAN the Cimmerian stared out over the aching desolation and involuntarily drew the back of his powerful hand over his blackened lips. He stood like a bronzed image in the sand, apparently impervious to the murderous sun, though his only garment was a silk loin-cloth, girdled by a wide gold-buckled belt from which hung a sabre and a broad bladed poniard. On his clean-cut limbs were evidence of scarcely healed wounds.

From, "The Slithering Shadow"
Page 134 "The Complete Chronicles of CONAN"

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