"I seek only to tread the jeweled thrones of the earth under my sandaled feet," Conan replied, quoting a dream he barely understood.
In a tavern thick with the scent of lotus-wine and unwashed bodies, he met a Zamorian thief named Taurus. Together, they scaled the impossible heights of the , seeking a gem that wept light. Inside, Conan did not find gold, but a trans-cosmic horror—a blind, elephant-headed god from a world older than the stars, imprisoned by a sorcerer’s greed. "I seek only to tread the jeweled thrones
"The mountains are too small for you, Cimmerian," a voice rasped. " Conan replied