Conan The Unconquered by Robert Jordan

Author:Robert Jordan
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy, Conan (Fictitious character), Fiction, General
ISBN: 9780812514001
Publisher: Tor Books
Published: 1996-11-21T17:06:02.822000+00:00

what he had been about to say. "This is but a demonstration, Muktar. No more. Does he harm her, you'lldie a heartbeat after he does."

The bearded man jerked his head in a reluctant nod. Leaning close to Bayan he began whispering withlow urgency.

The wiry sailor refused to listen. Raising his curved blade on high, he leaped toward Yasbet, a snarlinggrimace on his face and a terrible ululating cry rising from his mouth.

Conan put a hand to his sword hilt.

Bayan landed before her without striking, though, and it was immediately obvious that he thought tofrighten her into immediate surrender. His grimace became a gloating smile.

Yasbet's face paled, but with a shout of her own she thrust the sword into the seaman's midsection. Theunsharpened blade could not penetrate far, but the point was enough to start a narrow stream of blood,and the force of the blow bulged Bayan's eyes.

He gagged and staggered, but she did not rest. Clumsily, but swiftly, she brought the blunted blade downlike a club on the shoulder of his sword arm. Bayan's scream was not of his choosing, this time. His bladedropped from a hand suddenly useless. Before the tulwar struck the deck Yasbet caught him a glancingblow on the side of the head, splitting his scalp to the bone. With a groan Bayan sank to his knees.

Conan watched in amazement as the wiry sailor tried desperately to crawl away. Yasbet pursued himacross the deck, beating at his shoulders and back with the edgeless steel. Yelping, Bayan found himselfagainst the rail. At one and the same time he tried to curl himself into a ball and claw his way through thewood to safety.

"Surrender!" Yasbet demanded, standing above him like a fury. She stabbed at Bayan's buttocks,drawing a howl and a stain of red on his dirty once-white trousers.

Hand on his dagger, Muktar started toward her, a growl rising in his throat. Suddenly Conan's blade wasa shining barrier before the captain's eyes.

"She won, did she not?" the young Cimmerian asked softly. "And you owe me five gold pieces. Or shall Ishave your beard at the shoulders?"

Another shriek came from Bayan; the other buttock of his trousers bore a spreading red patch as well,now.

"She won," Muktar muttered. He flinched as Conan caressed his beard with the broadsword, then almostshouted, "The wench won!"

"See that this goes no further," Conan said warningly. He got a reluctant nod in reply. When theCimmerian thrust out his palm, the gold coins were counted into it with even greater reluctance.

"I won!" Yasbet shouted. Waving her shortsword above her head, she capered gaily about the deck "Iwon!"

Conan sheathed his blade and swept her into the air, swinging her in a circle. "Did I not say that youwould?"

"You did!" she laughed. "Oh, you did! On my oath, I will believe anything that you tell me from thismoment. Anything."

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