Meet CONAN as he is pursued by a band of Picts

We meet a wounded CONAN as he is pursued by a band of Picts.

For all his massive, muscular build he moved with the supple certitude of a panther. He was naked except for a rage twisted about his loins, and his limbs were criss-crossed with scratches from briars and caked with dried mud. A brown-crusted bandage was knotted about his thickly-muscular left arm. Under his matted black mane his face was drawn and gaunt, and his eyes burned like the eyes of a wounded panther. He limped slightly as he followed the dim path that led across the open space.

From "The Black Stranger"
Page 751. The Complete Chronicles of CONAN.