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With a snarl Conan plunged through the intervening foliage and into the trail。 His profanity； as Balthus floundered after him； was lurid and impassioned。 The Cimmerian was standing over the litter on which lay the body of Tiberias。 And that body no longer possessed a head。
〃Tricked us with its damnable caterwauling！〃 raved Conan； swinging his great sword about his head in his wrath。 〃I might have known！ I might have guessed a trick！ Now there'll be five heads to decorate Zogar's altar。〃
〃But what thing is it that can cry like a woman and laugh like a devil； and shines like witch…fire as it glides through the trees？〃 gasped Balthus； mopping the sweat from his pale face。
〃A swamp devil；〃 responded Conan morosely。 〃Grab those poles。 We'll take in the body； anyway。 At least our load's a bit lighter。〃
With which grim philosophy he gripped the leathery loop and stalked down the trail。
2。 The Wizard of Gwawela
Fort Tuscelan stood on the eastern bank of Black River； the tides of which washed the foot of the stockade。 The latter was of logs； as were all the buildings within； including the donjon （to dignify it by that appellation）； in which were the governor's quarters； overlooking the stockade and the sullen river。 Beyond that river lay a huge forest； which approached jungle…like density along the spongy shores。 Men paced the runways along the log parapet day and night； watching that dense green wall。 Seldom a menacing figure appeared； but the sentries knew that they too were watched； fiercely； hungrily； with the mercilessness of ancient hate。 The forest beyond the river might seem desolate and vacant of life to the ignorant eye； but life teemed there； not alone of bird and beast and reptile； but also of men； the fiercest of all the hunting beasts。
There； at the fort； civilization ended。 Fort Tuscelan was the last outpost of a civilized world； it represented the westernmost thrust of the dominant Hyborian races。 Beyond the river the primitive still reigned in shadowy forests； brush…thatched huts where hung the grinning skulls of men； and mud…walled enclosures where fires flickered and drums rumbled； and spears were whetted in the hands of dark； silent men with tangled black hair and the eyes of serpents。 Those eyes often glared through bushes at the fort across the river。 Once dark…skinned men had built their huts where that fort stood； yes； and their huts had risen where now stood the fields and log cabins of fair…haired settlers； back beyond Velitrium； that raw； turbulent frontier town on the banks of Thunder River； to the shores of that other river that bounds the Bossonian marches。 Traders had e； and priests of Mitra who walked with bare feet and empty hands； and died horribly； most of them； but soldiers had followed； men with axes in their hands and women and children in ox…drawn wains。 Back to Thunder River； and still back； beyond Black River； the aborigines had been pushed； with slaughter and massacre。 But the dark…skinned people did not forget that once Conajohara had been theirs。
The guard inside the eastern gate bawled a challenge。 Through a barred aperture torchlight flickered； glinting on a steel headpiece and suspicious eyes beneath it。
〃Open the gate；〃 snorted Conan。 〃You see it's I； don't you？〃
Military discipline put his teeth on edge。
The gate swung inward and Conan and his panion passed through。 Balthus noted that the gate was flanked by a tower on each side； the summits of which rose above the stockade。 He saw loopholes for arrows。
The guardsmen grunted as they saw the burden borne between the men。 Their pikes jangled against each other as they thrust shut the gate； chin on shoulder； and Conan asked testily： 〃Have you never seen a headless body before？〃
The faces of the soldiers were pallid in the torchlight。
〃That's Tiberias；〃 blurted one。 〃I recognize that fur…trimmed tunic。 Valerius here owes me five lunas。 I told him Tiberias had heard the loon call when he rode through the gate on his mule； with his glassy stare。 I wagered he'd e back without his head。〃
Conan grunted enigmatically； motioned Balthus to ease the litter to the ground； and then strode off toward the governor's quarters； with the Aquilonian at his heels。 The tousle…headed youth stared about him eagerly and curiously； noting the rows of barracks along the walls； the stables； the tiny merchants' stalls； the towering blockhouse； and the other buildings； with the open square in the middle where the soldiers drilled； and where； now； fires danced and men off duty lounged。 These were now hurrying to join the morbid crowd gathered about the litter at the gate。 The rangy figures of Aquilonian pikemen and forest runners mingled with the shorter； stockier forms of Bossonian archers。
He was not greatly surprised that the governor received them himself。 Autocratic society with its rigid caste laws lay east of the marches。 Valannus was still a young man； well knit； with a finely chiseled countenance already carved into sober cast by toil and responsibility。
〃You left the fort before daybreak； I was told；〃 he said to Conan。 〃I had begun to fear that the Picts had caught you at last。〃
〃When they smoke my head the whole river will know；〃 grunted Conan。 〃They'll hear Pictish women wailing their dead as far as Velitrium…I was on a lone scout。 I couldn't sleep。 I kept hearing drums talking across the river。〃
〃They talk each night；〃 reminded the governor； his fine eyes shadowed； as he stared closely at Conan。 He had learned the unwisdom of discounting wild men's instincts。
〃There was a difference last night；〃 growled Conan。 〃There has been ever since Zogar Sag got back across the river。〃
〃We should either have given him presents and sent him home； or else hanged him；〃 sighed the governor。 〃You advised that； but…〃
〃But it's hard for you Hyborians to learn the ways of the outlands；〃 said Conan。 〃Well； it can't be helped now； but there'll be no peace on the border so long as Zogar lives and remembers the cell he sweated in。 I was following a warrior who slipped over to put a few white notches on his bow。 After I split his head I fell in with this lad whose name is Balthus and who's e from the Tauran to help hold the frontier。〃
Valannus approvingly eyed the young man's frank countenance and strongly…knit frame。
〃I am glad to wele you； young sir。 I wish more of your people would e。 We need men used to forest life。 Many of our soldiers and some of our settlers are from the eastern provinces and know nothing of woodcraft； or even of agricultural life。〃
〃Not many of that breed this side of Velitrium；〃 grunted Conan。 〃That town's full of them； though。 But listen； Valannus； we found Tiberias dead on the trail。〃 And in a few words he related the grisly affair。
Valannus paled。 〃I did not know he had left the fort。 He must have been mad！〃
〃He was；〃 answered Conan。 〃Like the other four； each one； when his time came； went mad and rushed into the woods to meet his death like a hare running down the throat of a python。 Something called to them from the deeps of the forest； something the men call a loon； for lack of a better name； but on