Fantasy | Conan The Destroyer in "Rogues In The House" by Robert E. Howard, Full Length Short Story
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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
Пікірлер: 73
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Murillo raked back his sweat-plastered hair with a shaky hand.
a faint glowing became apparent ahead of them, and presently they went to a sharp bending.
There is but one thing to be done, said Murillo.
the red priest has gone into the darkness.
enigmatic gazing.
bemotioning the Cimmerian to follow him. parts of speech. A noun does not become a verb without a prefixture or suffixture.
a faint glowing became apparent ahead of them.
when I was crouching in the darkness.
Atticus brought to the prisoner a platter of food.
he cast an uncertain glancing.
Murillo turned sickly. Murillo turned to sickness.
then, with a shrugging of his shoulders, he entered into the house.
he was at once bodily guardian and servant.
I love the way Robert E. Howard writes!! Great narration as well!
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".
Another great Conan story! Really enjoying this narrator. :)
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
"stole stealthily" redounds.
in the corridor beyond the bending.
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!
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7 ай бұрын
Glad you enjoyed it! We also have some Solomon Kane and John Carter stories for you :)
moved offward through the night.
in a whirling wind of blowings.
the petals of a great carven rose.
Somethin funny goin on here. Semua Humpdediddle can't post comments any longer of time.
he peered though a becurtained door.
beating madly at the crystalline walls.
That was great!
not impossible to be negotiated.
though he had never seen the man before then ....
giant body being hurtled through the shadows.
for the thrusting of the poniard.
I am nigh to being famished (passive voice).
dared not to use the chair, that he had caught upward.
gave, to it, a peculiar sidewise pulling.
ruefully befingering his bruisings.
broke into a profuse sweatin.
no sign of surprise nor perturbtion.
laden with vessels.
Thak was leaping upward and downward.
hung a cluster of golden buds.
we will risk a dashing.
will unlocken the door.
Murillo glid.
from them bebillowed a grey mist.
if I arrange for your escapin.
a terrible crying broke from his livid lips.
can be worked only from outside.
Did somebody actually go to the trouble of painting that cellular scene, or is it a CGI? 7:02
@audiobooky
4 ай бұрын
It's CGI
@SembuaHumpdediddle
4 ай бұрын
Merci bien. @@audiobooky
@SembuaHumpdediddle
4 ай бұрын
Befooled me. @@audiobooky
the red priest has gone into the darkness.
the jerking of the rope.
I am nigh to bein famished.
a furling and a thrashing of limbs.
with a convulsive shuddering ....
test.
and flee from the country.
thick bemuscled limbs.
let us to get to be out, of here.
40:11 ???
@audiobooky
3 күн бұрын
😂 we're a small team, sometimes editing mistakes happen 😅
@MrJCKING2121
3 күн бұрын
@@audiobooky I like it. Leave it in.
FANTASTIC WORK!
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.