Conan Compilation - The Conquering Sword of Conan Part 40

He s.h.i.+fted his weight in his chair and grinned. "Well, . . . Yeah. It's a kind of history."

Then Bob said the book described very vividly our "rotting civilization."

After Bob left, I sat down, unwrapped the book, and began to look at it very carefully. I read the inscription again, trying to make sense out of it : "The French have one gift the ability to 358.

guild decay and change the maggots of corruption to the humming birds of poetry as demonstrated by this volume."

Some time later, Novalyne was questioning Howard about this very peculiar present: "Bob, why did you give me that book by Pierre Lous?"

He whirled and looked at me. "Didn't you like it?"

"It was a little too strong for my blood," I said defensively. "I didn't read too much of it."

"Read it. . . . You lead a sheltered life. You don't know what's going on in the world."

That irritated me. "I don't care to know things like that," I said hotly. "It seems to me knowing about them doesn't make the world a better place; it only makes you a silent partner."

"You're a silent partner, whether you like it or not." He was getting warmed up now. "You see, girl, when a civilization begins to decay and die, the only thing men or women think about is the gratification of their body's desires. They become preoccupied with s.e.x. It colors their thinking, their laws, their religion every aspect of their lives.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you girl. Men quit reading fiction, because they only want true stories of men's s.e.xual exploits. . . . A few years ago, I had a hard time selling yarns . . . about s.e.x. Now, I'm going to have to work to catch up with the market. . . . d.a.m.n it to h.e.l.l, girl, s.e.x will be in everything you see and hear. It's the way it was when Rome fell."

"Girl, I'm working on a yarn like that now a Conan yarn. Listen to me. When you have a dying civilization, the normal, accepted life style ain't strong enough to satisfy the d.a.m.ned insatiable appet.i.tes of the courtesans and, finally, of all the people. They turn to Lesbianism and things like that to satisfy their desires. . . . I am going to call it "The Red Flame of Pa.s.sion."

The Red Flame of Pa.s.sion was quite evidently the story that was to become Red Nails, but Howard wasn't yet ready to commit his idea to paper. A few months later, around late April or 359.

May 1935, Howard had another conversation on the subject with Novalyne: Bob volunteered that he wasn't through writing Conan stories. I was sorry about that, for I don't care much for Conan, what little I've scanned through.

Bob said he had an idea for a Conan yarn that was about to jell. Hadn't got to the place where he was ready to write it. All he'd done so far was make a few notes, put it aside to let it lie there in his subconsciousness till it was fully built up.

"What's this one about?" I asked.

"I think this time I'm going to make it one of the s.e.xiest, goriest yarns I've ever written. I don't think you'd care for it."

"Not if it's gory." I looked at him a little puzzled. "What do you mean 's.e.xy stories'?"

"My G.o.d. My Conan yarns are filled with s.e.x."

I couldn't see that the Conan yarns Bob had brought me to read had any s.e.x in them. Gore, yes.

s.e.x, no.

"You have s.e.x in the Conan yarns?" I said unbelievingly.

"h.e.l.l, yes. That's what he did drinking, whoring, fighting. What else was there in life?"

Red Nails was still not to be written for another few weeks, though.

One reason was Weird Tales' shaky financial situation. On May 6, 1935, Howard wrote to Farnsworth Wright: "I always hate to write a letter like this, but dire necessity forces me to. It is, in short, an urgent plea for money.... As you know it has been six months since The People of the Black Circle (the story the check for which is now due me) appeared in Weird Tales.

Weird Tales owes me over eight hundred dollars for stories already published and supposed to be paid for on publication enough to pay all my debts and get me back on my feet again if I could receive it all at once. Perhaps this is impossible. I have no wish to be unreasonable; I know times are hard for everybody. But I don't believe I am being unreasonable in asking you to pay me a check each month until the accounts are squared. Honestly, at the rate we're going now, I'll be an old man before I get paid up! And my need for money now is urgent."

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Howard's need for money was real, as his mother's health was declining at an alarming rate and the medical expenses to care for her were soaring.

It took yet another serious incident in Howard's life to make the story jell: early in the summer, Novalyne Price began dating one of Howard's best friends, Truett Vinson, without telling him.

Howard discovered this a few weeks later, just as he and Truett were about to take a trip together to New Mexico. Vinson and Howard were gone a week, and we can only imagine Howard's state of mind during those few days.

The high-point of the visit was Lincoln, home of the famous "b.l.o.o.d.y Lincoln County War." It was during this visit that Howard found the last elements he needed to write Red Nails: for all their pseudo-Aztec names, Xuchotl and its inhabitants found their origin not in Lake Zuad, but in the little New Mexican town. The following pa.s.sage from Howard's July 23,1935, letter to Lovecraft is a lengthy one, but it is indispensable to understanding what Howard was trying to do in Red Nails.

[Vinson and I] came to the ancient village of Lincoln, dreaming amidst its gaunt mountains like the ghost of a blood-stained past. Of Lincoln Walter n.o.ble Burns, author of The Saga of Billy the Kid has said: "The village went to sleep at the close of Lincoln County war and has never awakened again. If a railroad never comes to link it with the far-away world, it may slumber on for a thousand years. You will find Lincoln now just as it was when Murphy and McSween and Billy the Kid knew it. The village is an anachronism, a sort of mummy town. . . ."

I can offer no better description. A mummy town. Nowhere have I ever come face to face with the past more vividly; nowhere has that past become so realistic, so understandable. It was like stepping out of my own age, into the fragment of an elder age, that has somehow survived....

Lincoln is a haunted place; it is a dead town; yet it lives with a life that died fifty years ago....

The descendants of old enemies live peacefully side by side in the little village; yet I found myself wondering if the old feud were really dead, or if the embers only smoldered, and might be blown to flame by a careless breath.

I have never felt anywhere the exact sensations Lincoln aroused in me a sort of horror predominating. If there is a haunted spot on this hemisphere, then Lincoln is haunted. I felt that if I slept the night there, the ghosts of the slain would stalk through my dreams. The town itself seemed like a bleached, grinning skull. There was a feel of skeletons in the earth underfoot.

And that, I understand, is no flight of fancy. Every now and then somebody ploughs up a human skull. So many men died in Lincoln.

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Lincoln is a haunted town yet it is not merely the fact of knowing so many men died there that makes it haunted, to me. I have visited many spots where death was dealt whole-sale. . . .

But none of these places ever affected me just as Lincoln did. My conception of them was not tinged with a definite horror as in Lincoln. I think I know why. Burns, in his splendid book that narrates the feud, missed one dominant element entirely; and this is the geographical, or perhaps I should say topographical effect on the inhabitants. I think geography is the reason for the unusually savage and bloodthirsty manner in which the feud was fought out, a savagery that has impressed everyone who has ever made an intelligent study of the feud and the psychology behind it. The valley in which Lincoln lies is isolated from the rest of the world. Vast expanses of desert and mountains separate it from the rest of humanity deserts too barren to support human life. The people in Lincoln lost touch with the world. Isolated as they were, their own affairs, their relations.h.i.+p with one another, took on an importance and significance out of proportion to their actual meaning. Thrown together too much, jealousies and resentments rankled and grew, feeding upon themselves, until they reached monstrous proportions and culminated in those b.l.o.o.d.y atrocities which startled even the tough West of that day. Visualize that narrow valley, hidden away among the barren hills, isolated from the world, where its inhabitants inescapably dwelt side by side, hated and being hated, and at last killing and being killed. In such restricted, isolated spots, human pa.s.sions smolder and burn, feeding on the impulses which give them birth, until they reached a point that can hardly be conceived by dwellers in more fortunate spots. It was with a horror I frankly confess that I visualized the reign of terror that stalked that blood-drenched valley; day and night was a tense waiting, waiting until the thunder of the sudden guns broke the tension for a moment and men died like flies and then silence followed, and the tension shut down again. No man who valued his life dared speak; when a shot rang out at night and a human being cried out in agony, no one dared open the door and see who had fallen. I visualized people caught together like rats, fighting in terror and agony and bloodshed; going about their work by day with a shut mouth and an averted eye, momentarily expecting a bullet in the back; and at night lying shuddering behind locked doors, trembling in expectation of the stealthy footstep, the hand on the bolt, the sudden blast of lead through the windows. Feuds in Texas were generally fought out in the open, over wide expanses of country. But the nature of the Bonito Valley determined the nature of the feud narrow, concentrated, horrible. I have heard of people going mad in isolated places; I believe the Lincoln County War was tinged with madness.

Upon returning to Cross Plains, in late June 1935, Howard at last sat down to write the story which had been germinating in his mind for so many months. If the b.l.o.o.d.y Lincoln County War, his handling of s.e.x in the Conan stories, the particularly strained situation between Novalyne, Vinson and himself, and his mother's rapidly deteriorating health furnished the immediate background to the new Conan story, several prototypes also helped give form to the tale.

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More than two years earlier, he had completed the Conan story Xuthal of the Dusk, which has justly been considered a precursor of sorts to Red Nails. The arrival of Conan and a woman in a city cut off from the rest of the Hyborian world, in which they have to face an evil woman and decadent inhabitants, is the basic framework common to both stories. Xuthal of the Dusk is a rather inferior Conan tale, probably because Howard was not yet an accomplished enough writer to give it the treatment he felt it deserved. The heroine was insipid and the story was clearly exploitative. However, Howard commented to Clark Ashton Smith that "it really isn't as exclusively devoted to sword-slas.h.i.+ng as the announcement might seem to imply."

Among Howard's papers was also found a synopsis for a Steve Harrison detective story that bears strong similarities to the Conan tale. The synopsis is undated, but was probably written only a few months before the Conan story: "[T]here had been an old feud between the Wiltshaws and the Richardsons, of which the present sets were the last of each line. Another family, the Barwells, had been mixed up in the feud until, harried by both Richardsons and Wiltshaws, the last of that line, a grim, gaunt woman, had gone away with her infant son, thirty- five years before, swearing vengeance on both clans. . . . Eventually [Harrison] discovered that Doctor Ellis was really Joe Barwell, who had returned and lived in the town ten years to consummate his vengeance. . . ."

Howard had no problem amalgamating the two Barwells of the Harrison synopsis into Tolkemec. Another character in the Harrison synopsis, Esau, "a tall, gangling man of great awkward strength . . . a neurotic, really strong as a bull," was a probable inspiration for Olmec, "a giant, with an enormous sweep of breast and the shoulders of a bull," with the Biblical a.s.sociation of Esau's name reinforcing the connection to the hairy Olmec.

Red Nails is the counterpart to Beyond the Black River. With the latter, Howard wrote his ultimate "Barbarism versus Civilization" tale, with the conclusion that "barbarism must always ultimately triumph." He also stated that "Civilization is unnatural." Red Nails was the story in which he would expand on that theme. In all the stories he had written on the subject, the decadent and decaying phase of his civilizations, kingdoms, countries, or cities was never allowed to be carried out in its entirety: once divided and thus weakened, the civilized people were systematically wiped out by hordes of barbarians waiting at the gates. In Beyond the Black River, the Picts played that part; in The G.o.ds of Bal-Sagoth, a 1930 tale whose construction is quite similar to that of Red Nails, the "red people" carried out the destruction.

Red Nails would be different in the sense that no tribe of barbarians would be lurking at the gates of Xuchotl. For the first time in Howard's fiction, the civilizing process, with its decadent and decaying phases, is carried out to its inevitable end. Xuchotl is an "unnatural" city, in the sense implied in Beyond the Black River. To be civilized is to be entirely removed from nature and its forces. This is the reason why the city is not only cut off from the rest of the Hyborian world and its barbarian tribes, it is also, and equally importantly, cut off from nature itself: Xuchotl is completely paved, walled and roofed; the light is artificial and so is the food: the Xutchotlans eat "fruit which is not planted in soil, but obtains its nourishment out of the air."

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As to the Xutchotlans themselves, all save Tascela were born in the city. Xuchotl is the epitome of a decayed civilization as Howard conceived it. It is the place where, as he had it, "the abnormal becomes normal." Given these premises, the outcome of the story is not a surprise. As had been the case with Beyond the Black River, Howard had a message to deliver and he was ready to follow his a.s.signed course right to the end.

Red Nails is so rich a story that we can't hope to explore it in detail within the scope of this essay; a lot could be said about the relations.h.i.+p between Conan and Valeria, for instance, in which it is quite tempting to see a parallel with that of Howard and Novalyne Price, who had quite a temper; Valeria of the Red Brotherhood is indeed a welcome change from some of Howard's more pa.s.sive female characters. (He had, however, portrayed strong and interesting women characters before Valeria, and his meeting with Novalyne, such as Belit [in Queen of the Black Coast] and Sonya of Rogatino [in the historical adventure The Shadow of the Vulture].) In Tascela, the female vampire who refuses to die, feeding on younger women, fighting for the attentions of Conan, and thus jealous of Valeria, it is more than tempting to see a fictional representation of Howard's mother, who always was hostile toward Novalyne Price.

Olmec could then be seen as Howard's father, and the whole story an allegorical tale, in which Howard and Novalyne set foot in the decayed universe that has become the Howard house....

Howard sent Red Nails to Farnsworth Wright on July 22, 1935. The next day he wrote Clark Ashton Smith: "Sent a three-part serial to Wright yesterday: 'Red Nails,' which I devoutly hope he'll like. A Conan yarn, and the grimmest, bloodiest and most merciless story of the series so far. Too much raw meat, maybe, but I merely portrayed what I honestly believe would be the reactions of certain types of people in the situations on which the plot of the story hung."

To Lovecraft, he later commented: "The last yarn I sold to Weird Tales and it well may be the last fantasy I'll ever write was a three-part Conan serial which was the bloodiest and most s.e.xy weird story I ever wrote. I have been dissatisfied with my handling of decaying races in stories, for the reason that degeneracy is so prevalent in such races that even in fiction it can not be ignored as a motive and as a fact if the fiction is to have any claim to realism. I have ignored it in all other stories, as one of the taboos, but I did not ignore it in this story. When, or if, you ever read it, I'd like to know how you like my handling of the subject of lesbianism." (One wonders if "lesbianism" was indeed the central theme of Red Nails to Howard. The story only touches on the subject because of the vampiric nature of Tascela, but this was nothing new after Le Fanu's Carmilla.) As Howard mentions, the story was accepted by Weird Tales, which began its serialization a few days after Howard's suicide and ended it as news of his death was announced in the magazine. It was the last Conan story.

Howard's interests and output in the last year of his life were increasingly western-oriented, and he didn't write a fantasy story in that period. A few short weeks before his death, he wrote that he was contemplating writing a fantasy. Two drafts for that unfinished weird story set in 364.

sixteenth-century America were found among his papers after his death, proof that he had not entirely abandoned the idea of writing fantasy tales. Whether he would have eventually returned to Conan after some time is a question that must remain unanswered.

In 1935, Howard sent several stories to England via his agent Otis Adelbert Kline. The stories, sent to Weird Tales' representative in the United Kingdom, included several Conan tales, which were sent on 25 September: Beyond the Black River, A Witch Shall Be Born, and The Servants of Bit-Yakin. It seems probable Howard had no real hopes for these, as he had tear- sheets of Weird Tales pages sent, not actual typescripts. Anyway, nothing ever came out of this.

Howard's last work on Conan occurred in March 1936, when two fans, John D. Clark and P.

Schuyler Miller, sent him a letter in which they attempted to establish the chronology of the Conan tales. Howard's letter, reproduced in this volume, is essential to the reader interested in Conan's "biography," though Howard was perhaps having some fun with the two fans. For instance, he wrote that Conan "made his first journey beyond the boundaries of Cimmeria.

This, strange to say, was north instead of south. Why or how, I am not certain, but he spent some months among a tribe of the aesir, fighting with the Vanir and the Hyperboreans." Clark and Miller couldn't possibly know that Howard was referring here to The Frost-Giant's Daughter, the second-written Conan tale, which had been rejected by Wright and was still unpublished in its original form. With his reply, Howard included a map, expanded from the very rough ones he had prepared in 1932; it was to be the last work he would do on Conan.

Robert E. Howard committed suicide on June 11, 1936. Conan the Cimmerian, however, is still with us. In spite of some difficult years, he has managed to survive, and shows no signs of weakness.

The barbarian's longevity wouldn't have surprised Howard.

The barbarian must always ultimately triumph.

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NOTES ON THE CONAN TYPESCRIPTS AND THE CHRONOLOGY.

By Patrice Louinet LIST OF THE EXTANT CONAN TYPESCRIPTS (July 1934July 1935) The final drafts of the stories published in Weird Tales were probably destroyed after the story was typeset, and thus are no longer extant.

Regarding the terminology used: a draft is "incomplete" when we are missing at least one page; it is "unfinished" when Howard didn't finish the draft. Sometimes Howard would write a draft and rewrite only a portion of it; such drafts are subdivided with numerals (i.e., draft b2 recycles pages from draft b1). All drafts have been examined for the preparation of this volume unless noted.

The Servants of Bit-Yakin draft a, unt.i.tled, 32 pgs. (numbered 15, 733 in error) draft b, 48 pgs.

draft c, (final Weird Tales version), survives as carbon, 56 pgs.

Beyond the Black River draft a, unt.i.tled, 56 pgs.

draft b, (final Weird Tales version), survives as unt.i.tled carbon, 69 pgs.

The Black Stranger synopsis a, unt.i.tled, single-s.p.a.ced, 2 pgs.

draft a, unt.i.tled, dwindling to a synopsis, 64 pgs.

draft b1, incomplete, pgs. 4781 of 81 pgs.

draft b2, incomplete, pgs. 4793 of 93 pgs., (numbered 4759, 5993) (pages 7981 are perhaps missing; they were not located in time for this edition) 366.

draft c, final version, 98 pgs., (plus discarded pg. 35) (also survives as a carbon) in addition to his final draft, Howard wrote a two-page synopsis of the first part of this story, conceived as a serial; undoubtedly this would have appeared in Weird Tales--had the story been accepted--at the beginning of the second installment.

The Man-Eaters of Zamboula synopsis, 1 pg.

draft a, dwindling to a synopsis, 24 pgs.

draft b, 33 pgs.

draft c, (final Weird Tales version), survives as carbon, 40 pgs. (page 32 is perhaps lost; it was not located in time for this edition) Red Nails draft a, unt.i.tled and incomplete, pgs 152 of 53?, dwindling to a synopsis, (probably lacking the final page only) draft b, incomplete, pgs. 2791 of 91, dwindling to a synopsis draft c1, partial, pgs. 97100, (draft for last few pgs. of c2) draft c2, (final Weird Tales version), survives as incomplete carbon, pgs. 17102 of 102 (pages 4445, 4751, 53, 5677 are perhaps lost; they were not located in time for this edition) Unt.i.tled Notes (The Westermarck . . .) single-s.p.a.ced page Wolves Beyond the Border draft a, unfinished and dwindling to a synopsis, 15 pgs.

draft b, unfinished, 25 pgs.

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NOTES ON THE ORIGINAL HOWARD TEXTS.

The texts for this edition of The Conquering Sword of Conan were prepared by Patrice Louinet, Rusty Burke, and Dave Gentzel, with a.s.sistance from Glenn Lord. The stories have been checked either against Howard's original typescripts, copies of which were furnished by Glenn Lord and the Cross Plains Public Library, or the first published appearance if a typescript was unavailable. Drafts of Howard's stories, when extant, have also been checked to ensure the greatest accuracy. Every effort has been made to present the work of Robert E. Howard as faithfully as possible. Deviations from the original sources are detailed in these textual notes.

In the following, page, line, and word numbers are given as follows: 57.2.9, indicating page 57, second line, ninth word. Story t.i.tles, chapter numbers and t.i.tles, and breaks before and after chapter headings, t.i.tles, and ill.u.s.trations are not counted. The page/line number will be followed by the reading in the original source, or a statement indicating the type of change made.

The Servants of Bit-Yakin Text taken from Howard's carbon, provided by Glenn Lord. (Page 53 of the carbon was in such bad shape that it had to be retyped by Glenn Lord, respecting Howard's layout and eventual mistakes.) The carbon has no t.i.tle for the first chapter; it was either added by Howard directly on the typescript or added by the Weird Tales editor. 4.6.17: reach; 4.10.4: crossed-legged; 4.17.2: invistigation; 4.25.13: ampiteater; 4.30.3: exaled; 6.2.8: sacret; 6.28.9: indiscretly; 6.33.8: "stood" absent from original and taken from Weird Tales text; 6.35.8: "with within" in original; 8.9.3: lapus-lazuli; 8.17.8: "be" absent from original; 8.33.9: freizes; 9.3.2: preversed; 9.3.8: effected; 9.40.5: established; 10.12.8: Pains-takingingly (hyphenated); 10.28.9: period after "characters"; 10.36.10: this page of the carbon is damaged and the following words or phrases up to and including 10.39.5 are taken from Weird Tales text: 10.36.10: "script"; 10.37.2: "familiar,"; 10.37.9: "been modified"; 10.38.1: "nomad"; 10.38.6: "baffled him. He"; 10.38.13: "recurrent"; 10.39.5: "as a proper name. Bit-Yakin. He gathered"; 11.2.4: mauscript; 11.32.11: posssessed; 14.7.15: carefull; 14.32.9: the last three letters of "immemorial" are unreadable on the carbon; 16.6.10: contemptously; 16.14.11: "forget" absent from original and taken from Weird Tales text; 16.33.6: s.p.a.ce before "watching"; 17.5.15: caves; 17.21.17: of; 17.23.2: no period and quotation mark after "immediately" (typed to right edge of paper); 17.24.9: Zembawans; 18.10.5: explict; 18.35.12: "if" absent from original; 18.38.1: squaked; 18.39.6: freizes; 19.17.13: Conan's; 19.36.2: tense; 20.4.6: straining; 20.11.2: holloweed; 21.6.3: "not" absent from original; 21.7.5: Obvious; 22.38.1: Gawlur; 23.23.11: "cry" absent from original and taken from Weird Tales text; 24.32.11: "not" repeated; 25.2.4: "this"

repeated (This this); 25.22.14: "the" absent from original; 27.1.9: instantly; 27.9.1: through; 28.14.7: difficukty; 29.3.14: where; 29.11.2: the that; 30.2.10: phosphorous; 31.3.8: prophesy; 31.6.11: descrated; 31.37.9: yards; 32.3.7: "a" absent from original; 32.9.11: escounced; 368.

32.14.10: phosphorous; 32.25.15: the first three letters of "cavern" are unreadable on the carbon; 32.29.2: set; 34.20.16: the; 34.21.5: chainting; 34.38.15: phosphorous; 35.2.5: is; 36.1.8: gra.s.sped; 36.24.3: "glow" absent from original and taken from Weird Tales text; 39.15.10: hyphen instead of comma after "grey"; 40.3.5: blood; 40.14.5: down downward; 40.14.13: nervelss; 41.9.4: jems; 41.16.11: the line: "like you. There's no use going back to Kes.h.i.+a. There's nothing in Keshan" didn't register on the carbon. The text is taken from the Weird Tales text.

Beyond the Black River Text taken from Howard's carbon, provided by Glenn Lord. (Pages 1 and 65 of the carbon were in such bad shape that they had to be retyped by Glenn Lord, respecting Howard's layout and eventual mistakes.) The chapters are unt.i.tled in the carbon, except for the first one. A blank line in the ts. below each new chapter suggests Howard intended to add t.i.tles; these may have been present on the ts. sent to Weird Tales. It is also possible that these were added by the Weird Tales editor. 45.7.6: "a" before "soft" in original; 45.13.9: cabin; 46.37.14: "been"

absent from original; 48.7.1: "and" absent from original; 50.10.13: quotation mark before "Conan"; 52.14.4: the words "straying" and "strayed" appear on the carbon, one typed over the other, though it is not clear which was Howard's final choice; 52.21.1: accomodate; 52.25.12: "of" absent from original; 52.35.8: blunder; 56.22.6: pythong; 56.39.14: no s.p.a.ce between "know" and em-dash; 59.13.2: breek; 59.14.1: sword; 60.40.13: touched; 64.10.3: coifures; 65.22.1: "four of" in original; 65.31.12: accomodated; 65.37.2: of; 67.15.13: shoudders; 67.17.9: that; 67.26.1: beast; 67.40.9: thew; 68.20.2: futiley; 68.29.13: "in" unreadable due to a crease on the carbon; 68.39.7: ancient; 74.17.2: avoiding; 74.22.13: cubs; 74.25.6: "and" absent from original; 76.5.6: carnivora; 76.21.3ff: "looking for us" unreadable due to a crease on the carbon and taken from Weird Tales text; 76.23.12: "to" absent from original; 76.33.13: doesn' (typed to right edge of paper); 77.26.7: villave; 78.15.9: "with" after "trade" in original; 79.8.12: laying; 79.20.4: "the" absent from original; 80.13.7: "a" absent from original; 83.14.12: "yards" absent from original and taken from Weird Tales text; 84.4.3: furious; 84.7.6: no comma after "Cimmerian"; 84.31.6: accrosst; 84.36.12: broast; 86.1.4: glancing; 88.7.13: "and" unreadable due to a crease on the carbon; 88.29.13: hideous; 88.29.14: slashdd; 88.38.12: "was" instead of "no"; 88.40.14: growl; 91.28.10: pleasur (typed to right edge of paper); 93.1.6: "shoulders" absent from original and taken from Weird Tales text; 93.28.12: "blood" instead of "wound" in original; 93.34.2: boths; 96.7.7: slepp; 96.11.10: comma after "blazed"; 98.2.16: settlers'; 100.1.1ff: the carbon is torn here and the first two words ("No; Conajohara) are unreadable; text taken from Weird Tales text.

The Black Stranger Text taken from Howard's typescript, in the holdings of the Cross Plains Public Library. The original has a number of annotations in pencil, some of which are from Howard's hand. We have ignored these since they correspond to the changes Howard introduced when he rewrote 369.

the story as a Terence Vulmea tale: as was customary, Howard's corrections for the Conan version of the typescript were typed rather than penciled. Interested readers are invited to consult the facsimile edition of "The Black Stranger," published in 2002 by Wandering Star.

104.19.13: statue; 106.23.7: agily; 107.27.7: nitched; 109.6.1: repellant; 109.14.12: cerulian; 112.22.10: neice; 112.23.1: protege; 116.3.5: Storm's; 120.15.8: roasing; 120.22.11: silene; 120.36.12: It's; 121.6.8: neice; 122.27.3: fixidly; 122.38.10: no period after "intentions"; 125.33.11: "in" absent from original; 126.17.4: neice; 126.35.15: curtisied; 128.12.3: comma after "Curse"; 128.26.12: "a" repeated; 129.10.11: neice; 133.21.14: randy; 133.22.1: "the"

absent from original; 136.32.2: "the" repeated (the The Red Hand); 136.34.12: adaptibility; 138.11.8: surveilance; 140.35.3: every; 140.35.5: eaves dropping; 143.27.8: appeares; 145.11.14: no quotation mark after "years!" in original; 146.26.2: "is" absent from original; 147.6.7: neice; 147.10.16: "w ill" (extra s.p.a.ce); 147.35.5: "of" absent from original; 148.22.6: rogue's; 148.26.10: potents; 149.18.15: venmous; 149.24.5: "on" absent from original; 149.39.1: seem; 150.11.13: crew; 152.1.2: paroxism; 153.23.10: "it" absent from original; 153.40.4: dirction; 154.26.13: quotation mark before "he" rather than after "Eagle-Picts,"; 156.7.11: "the" absent from original; 156.40.13: nitched; 158.38.1: jamb; 159.19.5: "for"