Black Colossus
by Robert E. Howard
First published in Weird Tales, June 1933
CHAPTER 4
DAWN was still a hint of whiteness in the east when the army was again on the march.
Then all was swept away by the crimson tide that rose madly in Conan's soul, as he crushed fiercely in his iron arms the slim white body that shimmered like a witch-fire of madness before him.
THE END
Black Colossus
by Robert E. Howard
First published in Weird Tales, June 1933
CHAPTER 4
DAWN was still a hint of whiteness in the east when the army was again on the march.
Out on the desert, in the hills among the oceans of dead, men were dying, were howling with wounds and thirst and madness, and kingdoms were staggering.