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Fantasy | Conan The Destroyer in "Rogues In The House" by Robert E. Howard, Full Length Short Story
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 15 ส.ค. 2024
- Conan The Destroyer "Rogues In The House" by Robert E. Howard
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SYNOPSIS
"Rogues in the House" is a thrilling short story by Robert E. Howard, featuring Conan the Barbarian. Set in the city of Arenjun, it follows Conan as he becomes entangled in the political intrigue of the city. The story begins with a powerful noble, Murilo, seeking Conan's help to eliminate his political rival, Nabonidus, who controls the city through dark and brutal means.
Conan, known for his strength and cunning, agrees to assist Murilo. They plan to break into Nabonidus' heavily guarded mansion. However, their plan takes an unexpected turn when they discover that Nabonidus keeps a terrifying creature, a gorilla-like monster named Thak, as a guardian...
FIRST PAGE
At a court festival, Nabonidus, the Red Priest, who was the real ruler of the city, touched Murilo, the young aristocrat, courteously on the arm. Murilo turned to meet the priest's enigmatic gaze, and to wonder at the hidden meaning therein. No words passed between them, but Nabonidus bowed and handed Murilo a small gold cask. The young nobleman, knowing that Nabonidus did nothing without reason, excused himself at the first opportunity and returned hastily to his chamber. There he opened the cask and found within a human ear, which he recognized by a peculiar scar upon it. He broke into a profuse sweat and was no longer in doubt about the meaning in the Red Priest's glance.
But Murilo, for all his scented black curls and foppish apparel was no weakling to bend his neck to the knife without a struggle. He did not know whether Nabonidus was merely playing with him or giving him a chance to go into voluntary exile, but the fact that he was still alive and at liberty proved that he was to be given at least a few hours, probably for meditation. However, he needed no meditation for decision; what he needed was a tool. And Fate furnished that tool, working among the dives and brothels of the squalid quarters even while the young nobleman shivered and pondered in the part of the city occupied by the purple-towered marble and ivory palaces of the aristocracy.
There was a priest of Anu whose temple, rising at the fringe of the slum district, was the scene of more than devotions. The priest was fat and full-fed, and he was at once a fence for stolen articles and a spy for the police. He worked a thriving trade both ways, because the district on which he bordered was the Maze, a tangle of muddy, winding alleys and sordid dens, frequented by the bolder thieves in the kingdom. Daring above all were a Gunderman deserter from the mercenaries and a barbaric Cimmerian. Because of the priest of Anu, the Gunderman was taken and hanged in the market square. But the Cimmerian fled, and learning in devious ways of the priest's treachery, he entered the temple of Anu by night and cut off the priest's head. There followed a great turmoil in the city, but the search for the killer proved fruitless until a woman betrayed him to the authorities and led a captain of the guard and his squad to the hidden chamber where the barbarian lay drunk.
Waking to stupefied but ferocious life when they seized him, he disemboweled the captain, burst through his assailants, and would have escaped but for the liquor that still clouded his senses. Bewildered and half blinded, he missed the open door in his headlong flight and dashed his head against the stone wall so terrifically that he knocked himself senseless. When he came to, he was in the strongest dungeon in the city, shackled to the wall with chains not even his barbaric thews could break.
CHAPTERS
Start - 0:00
Thank You - 0:22
Authors: We Want To Work With You - 0:33
Feature Presentation - 0:42
Chapter I - 0:51
Chapter II - 12:53
Chapter III - 20:07
Outro - 59:08
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Anyone else remember the Frank Fanzetta artwork, that was chosen to accompany this story,, in the 60's paperbacks.. Just like this story,,, Magnificent.
the wall was high, but not impossible to be negotiated.
Who negotiates -- the wall or Conan. If Conan negotiates the wall, then it is negotiated, not "to negotiate".
Great likenesses.
As on most channels, I set the speed at .75 by clickening on the wheel of teeth of gear.
❤ Aloha from Hawaii 🌋! Another fantastic reading. The author would be pleased. Mahalo for keeping these stories alive. What a writer!😎
havoc (n.) Havok, the signal to soldiers to seize plunder, is from Old French havot "pilling, looting", which is akin to haver "to seize, grasp," hef "hook," likely from a Germanic source (see hawk (n.)), or from Latin habere "to have
I've always wanted to read the Conan stories, I'm a sucker for pulp fantasy, but never had the time. These audiobooks are *great* for me. Thank you so much!
Glad you enjoyed it! We also have some Solomon Kane and John Carter stories for you :)
Another great Conan story! Really enjoying this narrator. :)
Atticus brought to the prisoner a platter of food.
enigmatic gazing.
when I was crouching in the darkness.
a faint glowing became apparent ahead of them, and presently they went to a sharp bending.
then, with a shrugging of his shoulders, he entered into the house.
There is but one thing to be done, said Murillo.
Murillo raked back his sweat-plastered hair with a shaky hand.
he was at once bodily guardian and servant.
a faint glowing became apparent ahead of them.
FANTASTIC WORK!
"stole stealthily" redounds.
in the corridor beyond the bending.
That was great!
he cast an uncertain glancing.
he peered though a becurtained door.
the red priest has gone into the darkness.
I am nigh to being famished (passive voice).
though he had never seen the man before then ....
giant body being hurtled through the shadows.
for the thrusting of the poniard.
the petals of a great carven rose.
not impossible to be negotiated.
beating madly at the crystalline walls.
ruefully befingering his bruisings.
I love the way Robert E. Howard writes!! Great narration as well!
Not great narration. Even as a 7 yr old reading these books in 1977 I knew Cimmeria was pronounced Simm-eria not kimm-eria.
moved offward through the night.
Murillo turned sickly.
Murillo turned to sickness.
from them bebillowed a grey mist.
dared not to use the chair, that he had caught upward.
laden with vessels.
Nice artwork!
gave, to it, a peculiar sidewise pulling.
broke into a profuse sweatin.
no sign of surprise nor perturbtion.
Did somebody actually go to the trouble of painting that cellular scene, or is it a CGI? 7:02
It's CGI
Merci bien.
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Befooled me.
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bemotioning the Cimmerian to follow him.
parts of speech. A noun does not become a verb without a prefixture or suffixture.
will unlocken the door.
Murillo glid.
Thak was leaping upward and downward.
a terrible crying broke from his livid lips.
hung a cluster of golden buds.
if I arrange for your escapin.
we will risk a dashing.
in a whirling wind of blowings.
the red priest has gone into the darkness.
can be worked only from outside.
the jerking of the rope.
I am nigh to bein famished.
with a convulsive shuddering ....
a furling and a thrashing of limbs.
and flee from the country.
thick bemuscled limbs.
Do you use AI images/art?
test.
CROM!!!
let us to get to be out, of here.
Somethin funny goin on here. Semua Humpdediddle can't post comments any longer of time.
40:11 ???
😂 we're a small team, sometimes editing mistakes happen 😅
@@audiobooky I like it. Leave it in.
when I was crouching in the darkness.
in a chamber one flight upward.
Murillo glid.
I have nothing to be feared.
and flee from the country.