Avon Fantasy Reader No. 8 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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26 ROBERT E. HOWARD fronds which rustled and whispered behind him of vast mysterious wilds beyond them, and into which he must plunge. No hand was at the sweep of the Tigress, no oars drove her through the - green water. But a clean tanging wind bellied her silken sail, and as a wild swan cleaves the sky to her*nest, she sped seaward, flames mounting higher and higher from her deck to lick at the mast and envelop the figure that lay lapped in scarlet on the shining pyre. So passed the Queen of the Black Coast, and leaning on his red-stained: sword, Conan stood silently until the red glow had faded far out in the blue hazes and dawn splashed its rose and gold over the ocean. comicbooks.com