An excerpt from Queen of the Black Coast, by Robert E. Howard, first published in Weird Tales, published May 1934. Belit questions Conans beliefs.
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narrated by chris Fong, queen of the Black Coast, by robert E. Howard Babe Elite shuddered. Life bad as it is, is better than such a destiny. What do you believe, Conan? He shrugged his shoulders. I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he, who trust them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may be the blackness averred by the new median skeptics or crumbs, realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of the Nordheimer Valhalla. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live. Let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate. The hot embrace of white arms, the mad exaltation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson and I am content. Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this. If life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus. The illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life. I love, I slay and am content.