The Coming of Conan the Cimmerian (Conan the Cimmerian, #1)

by Robert E. Howard

What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie? I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky. The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing; Rush in and die, dogs—I was a man before I was a king.