Robert Ervin Howard

Robert Ervin Howard

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Portrait of Robert Ervin Howard Robert Ervin Howard The Tower of the Elephant (1933)

The Cimmerian lowered his sword.
"I've heard of you. Men call you a prince of thieves."
A low laugh answered him. Taurus was tall as the Cimmerian, and heavier; he was big-bellied and fat, but his every movement betokened a subtle dynamic magnetism, which was reflected in the keen eyes that glinted vitally, even in the starlight. He was barefooted and carried a coil of what looked like a thin, strong rope, knotted at regular intervals.
"Who are you?" he whispered.
"Conan, a Cimmerian," answered the other. "I came seeking a way to steal Yara's jewel, that men call the Elephant's Heart."
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Portrait of Robert Ervin Howard Robert Ervin Howard The Tower of the Elephant (1933)

Conan followed him, and lying flat on the broad top, they spoke in wary whispers.
"I see no light," Conan muttered. The lower part of the tower seemed much like that portion visible from outside the garden—a perfect, gleaming cylinder, with no apparent openings.
"There are cleverly constructed doors and windows," answered Taurus, "but they are closed. The soldiers breathe air that comes from above."
The garden was a vague pool of shadows, where feathery bushes and low spreading trees waved darkly in the starlight. Conan's wary soul felt the aura of waiting menace that brooded over it.
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Portrait of Robert Ervin Howard Robert Ervin Howard The Tower of the Elephant (1933)

There is blood on your fingers."
"A spider in the chamber above and a lion in the garden," muttered Conan. "You have slain a man too, this night," answered the other. "And there is death in the tower above. I feel; I know."
"Aye," muttered Conan. "The prince of all thieves lies there dead from the bite of a vermin."
"So—and so!" the strange inhuman voice rose in a sort of low chant. "A slaying in the tavern and a slaying on the roof—I know; I feel. And the third will make the magic of which not even Yara dreams—oh, magic of deliverance, green gods of Yag!"
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