In December of 1932, Weird Tales
Magazine, arguably the premier supernatural horror pulp of the 30s,
published a story from a young but regular contributor to the
magazine named Robert Ervin Howard. Howard had been appearing in
Weird Tales since 1925,
contributing a wide variety action stories, from the stern-faced
Puritan hero Solomon Kane to more straightforward horror that was
part of fellow Weird Tales
contributor H. P. Lovecraft's mythos.
This
story was Phoenix on the Sword,
and it introduced the world to Conan of Cimmeria, barbarian
conqueror, king, and indelible archetype.
Set in
an ancient, antediluvian age before recorded history, a conspiracy to
assassinate the new king of Aquilonia festers in the kingdom's heart.
Ascalante, a disgraced noble and outlaw, has banded together a group
of powerful men to topple the crown. Most unique among them is
Thoth-Amon, a black-skinned exile from Stygia, formerly a powerful
sorcerer, now enslaved by Ascalante as a henchman.
The
new king, Conan, is miserable. He's a fighting man, a wanderer and
adventurer now saddled with the responsibilities of rule. Despite his
inconvenience, he is a fair ruler. He's lowered taxes, ensured that
the people of Aquilonia aren't enslaved, and generally leaves people
alone. But despite his benevolence, people like the bard Rinaldo sow
discontent among the people. Conan's advisors have urged him to
execute the rebellious poet, but Conan has resisted. He genuinely
likes Rinaldo's skill, and is aware that killing him would make a
martyr of him.
Meanwhile,
Ascalante moves ahead. Conan's guards will be drawn away from his
bedchamber at midnight, and the conspirators (including Rinaldo) will
attack. He sends one of them, the fat rich fool Dion to his estate to
prepare to become the new king, with Thoth-Amon to keep watch over
him.
This
leads to one of the funniest scenes in the book, where the Stygian
tells the noble his history, how he had a ring that gave him
phenomenal magic powers and what kind of status he enjoyed as a
worshipper of Set. Dion, in his self-absorption, hasn't heard a word
of it, only perking up when Thoth-Amon mentions his ring. By
coincidence, it happens to be THE ring Thoth-Amon lost years ago.
Comedic interlude over, the Stygian murders the hapless idiot,
reclaims his treasure, and summons a demonic monster to murder
Ascalante and anyone around him.
In the
meantime, Conan dreams of a black stone temple and the tomb of the
ancient sage Epemitreus, dead for several thousand years, but even in
death an enemy of the dark god Set. The sage marks Conan's sword with
a phoenix marking, a holy symbol of Aquilonia's patron god Mitra, and
warns him that Set's power is still active in the world.
The
stage is set for one hell of a battle.
As
always, Howard has a genius for describing action sequences. There is
a choreography that flows beautifully even as blood and brain matter
are splattered across the walls. The characters are lightly sketched
out, but Conan is immediately likable as a wise, experienced
adventurer with a wry sense of humor. Thoth-Amon himself stands out
as a great villain, even though he doesn't ever interact with Conan
nor really act against him. He gets his ring back, begins his
vengeance against Ascalante, and disappears from Howard's Conan
stories. He would appear again in later pastiches by other authors,
but here he's an intelligent, strong, admirable (well, for a
villain at least), nuanced, clearly Black character who demands respect from
the reader. In 1932.
*Disclaimer: I'm friends with the guy who edited the above edition of Phoenix on the Sword. He's a good guy. The cover artist is cool too.
The
story itself is straightforward, almost simple in places, and was
itself a re-work of a Kull the Conqueror story that didn't sell
(Howard's other, less
successful, Barbarian Hero). Yet the blueprint is right there: a
heroic loner pitted against the hazards of civilization and eldritch
sorcery.
It
works, and it works well. Absolutely recommended.
1 comment:
It has been more than 50 years since I read that story for the first time, and what has been etched in my memory the deepest is Howard's poetry.
"When I was a fighting man, the kettle drums they beat..."
REH had the magic touch.
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