:22:11
But always there remained...
:22:15
the discipline of steel.
:22:27
My fear is that my sons
will never understand me.
:22:33
We've won again!
:22:37
This is good,
but what is best in life?
:22:41
The open steppe,
a fleet horse,
:22:45
falcons at your wrists...
:22:47
and the wind in your hair.
:22:49
Wrong!
:22:51
Conan, what is best
in life?
:22:54
To crush your enemies,
see them driven before you...
:22:57
and to hear the lamentation
of their women.
:23:00
That is good.
That is good.
:23:39
Go! Go! You're free!
:23:45
Go!
:23:48
It has been surmised...
:23:49
that perhaps my lord
was like a wild animal...
:23:53
that had been kept too long.
:23:55
Perhaps.
But whatever, freedom,
:23:59
so long an unremembered
dream, was his.