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Conan: [referring to Tamara] Find her a weapon and leather armor.
[Conan leaves]
Artus: [to Tamara] I think he likes you.
[Conan leaves]
Artus: [to Tamara] I think he likes you.
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Conan: You have a name?
Tamara: Tamara Amalia Jorvi-Karashan. And yours?
Conan: Conan.
Tamara: [pause] Conan... that's it?
Conan: How many names do I need?
Tamara: Tamara Amalia Jorvi-Karashan. And yours?
Conan: Conan.
Tamara: [pause] Conan... that's it?
Conan: How many names do I need?
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Corin: What is most important when making a sword, fire or ice?
Young Conan: Fire.
[Corin looks at Young Conan with some disbelief]
Young Conan: [pause] ... Ice?
Corin: Are you sure?
[pause; then Corin strikes the anvil with a newly-forged sword which breaks]
Corin: Fire... and ice. That is the Riddle of Steel.
Young Conan: Fire.
[Corin looks at Young Conan with some disbelief]
Young Conan: [pause] ... Ice?
Corin: Are you sure?
[pause; then Corin strikes the anvil with a newly-forged sword which breaks]
Corin: Fire... and ice. That is the Riddle of Steel.
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Khalar Zym: [holding up a bag of gold in exchange for Tamara] Your reward!
Conan: I do not want your gold.
Khalar Zym: Then what?
Conan: I want your head!
Conan: I do not want your gold.
Khalar Zym: Then what?
Conan: I want your head!
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[Corin has just put an egg in each of the student's mouths, except Young Conan's, in preparation for a test] The first to circle the hills and return, the egg unbroken, earns the right to fight with the warriors. [Sends the students on the way as a Young Conan is looking disappointed] Oh, by Crom, boy. What are you waiting for? [Gives Young Conan an egg as he rushes on his way]
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[Forging a sword with Young Conan] The sword we make will be yours one day. But before you wield the sword, you must first understand it.
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I live, I love, I slay... I am content.
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Run from me... and I will tear apart the mountains to find you! I will follow you to Hell!
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When a Cimmerian feels thirst, it is a thirst for blood. When he feels cold, it is the cold edge of steel. For the courage of a Cimmerian is tempered: he neither fears death... nor rushes foolishly to meet it. To be a Cimmerian warrior, you must have both cunning and balance as well as speed and strength.