Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis and the rise of the sons of Aryas, there was an age undreamed of. And unto this, Conan, destined to wear the jeweled crown of Aquilonia upon a troubled brow. It is I, his chronicler, who alone can tell thee of his saga. Let me tell you of the days of high adventure!
Dr. John Watson: It's not that he can't ride horses... how is it you put it? Sherlock Holmes: Their dangerous at both end and crafty in the middle... Why would I want anything with a mind of its own bobbing about between my legs?