Conan, roughly around the age of 16, is captured by the Hyperboreans
in the events of Legions
of the Dead. Hating a life of slavery, Conan eventually breaks
his bonds by grinding away at the chain links on the floor. Fleeing
captivity from the Hyperborians, he heads south towards Brythunia.
During his travel, a pack of wolves pursue him across an icy river
and attempt to gain ground on him through the forest. Realizing
that he can't outrun the wolves much longer, Conan resolves to
make a stand, and runs towards a rocky outcrop. Climbing the rocks,
he notices a crevice, and heads inside.
The crevice opens into an antechamber, filled with an array of
various objects. Conan, using iron and wood found inside the room,
starts a small fire. It's light reveals the antechamber's interior,
and he sees the skeletal remains of some great warrior on a throne.
Conan sees an ancient sword lying across the warrior's legs, and
Conan decides to retrieve it. Removing the sword, the ancient
skeletal warrior comes to life, searching for his missing weapon.
Conan, reeling in horror, slashes away at the mummy with the sword.
A fierce enemy, Conan hacks off the undead warrior's hand, and
gets the sword stuck in the undead's abdomen. Still pressing the
attack, the mummy advances on Conan. Driven by his primal fear
of the supernatural and self preservation, Conan forces the warrior
into the fire where it is consumed. Conan finds an old fur cloak
and decides to take his chances outside of the crypt against the
wolves, rather than spending the night inside the antechamber.
Exiting, Conan sees that the wolves had given up their hopes and
perhaps moved along to easier prey.
In my opinion this story is one of the better pastiches written
after Robert E. Howard. We again see that Conan doesn't freeze
in the face of perhaps his greatest fear, the supernatural, or,
in this case, the undead. Getting his belly full of the undead
in the events of Legions
of the Dead, Conan again experiences the horror of the reanimation
of life. And that, is not something the he is very fond of.