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    Queen of the Black Coast
    Queen of the Black Coast
    Queen of the Black Coast
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    Queen of the Black Coast

    By Robert E. Howard

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    Hoofs drummed down the street that sloped to the wharfs. The folk that yelled and scattered had only a fleeting glimpse of a mailed figure on a black stallion, a wide scarlet cloak flowing out on the wind. Far up the street came the shout and clatter of pursuit, but the horseman did not look back. He swept out onto the wharfs and jerked the plunging stallion back on its haunches at the very lip of the pier.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKtoczyta.pl
    Release dateMar 14, 2018
    ISBN9788381487528

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      Queen of the Black Coast - Robert E. Howard

      Robert E. Howard

      Queen of the Black Coast

      Warsaw 2018

      Contents

      I. CONAN JOINS THE PIRATES

      II. THE BLACK LOTUS

      III. THE HORROR IN THE JUNGLE

      IV. THE ATTACK FROM THE AIR

      V. THE FUNERAL PYRE

      I. CONAN JOINS THE PIRATES

      Believe green buds awaken in the spring,

      That autumn paints the leaves with somber fire;

      Believe I held my heart inviolate

      To lavish on one man my hot desire.

      –The Song Of Belit

      HOOFS drummed down the street that sloped to the wharfs. The folk that yelled and scattered had only a fleeting glimpse of a mailed figure on a black stallion, a wide scarlet cloak flowing out on the wind. Far up the street came the shout and clatter of pursuit, but the horseman did not look back. He swept out onto the wharfs and jerked the plunging stallion back on its haunches at the very lip of the pier. Seamen gaped up at him, as they stood to the sweep and striped sail of a high-prowed, broadwaisted galley. The master, sturdy and black-bearded, stood in the bows, easing her away from the piles with a boat-hook. He yelled angrily as the horseman sprang from the saddle and with a long leap landed squarely on the mid-deck.

      Who invited you aboard?

      Get under way! roared the intruder with a fierce gesture that spattered red drops from his broadsword.

      But we’re bound for the coasts of Kush! expostulated the master.

      Then I’m for Kush! Push off, I tell you! The other cast a quick glance up the street, along which a squad of horsemen were galloping; far behind them toiled a group of archers, crossbows on their shoulders.

      Can you pay for your passage? demanded the master.

      I pay my way with steel! roared the man in armor, brandishing the great sword that glittered bluely in the sun. By Crom, man, if you don’t get under way, I’ll drench this galley in the blood of its crew!

      The shipmaster was a good judge of men. One glance at the dark-scarred face of the swordsman, hardened with passion, and he shouted a quick order, thrusting strongly against the piles. The galley wallowed out into clear water, the oars began to clack rhythmically; then a puff of wind filled the shimmering sail, the light ship heeled to the gust, then took her course like a swan, gathering headway as she skimmed along.

      On the wharfs the riders were shaking their swords and shouting threats and commands that the ship put about, and yelling for the bowmen to hasten before the craft was out of arbalest range.

      Let them rave, grinned the swordsman hardily. Do you keep her on her course, master steersman.

      The master descended from the small deck between the bows, made his way between the rows of oarsmen, and mounted the mid-deck. The stranger stood there with his back to the mast, eyes narrowed alertly, sword ready. The shipman eyed him steadily, careful not to make any move toward the long knife in his belt. He saw a tall powerfully built figure in a black scale-mail hauberk, burnished greaves and a blue-steel helmet from which jutted bull’s horns highly polished. From the mailed shoulders fell the scarlet cloak, blowing in the sea-wind. A broad shagreen belt with a golden buckle held the scabbard of the broadsword he

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