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Written by Roy Thomas. Art by Esteban Maroto. Cover by Pablo Marcos. Remastered in color for the first time ever! W Roy Thomas. A Esteban Maroto. C Pablo Marcos. The classic series written by the legendary writer Roy Thomas continues! Joined by artist Esteban Maroto, this comic is re-mastered in color for the first time ever! Dollar Bin Codeword. Allas fumed. Allas angrily grabbed a brew from one of the full platters being carried by a scurrying serving wench, feeling a need to cool his dry throat. Allas dug into his purse and irritably threw the coin across the counter. The bellows and cheers and arguments clamored again, louder than ever.
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Under pain of death, the Nemedian lutist had at last ceased his attempts at song and had taken up the leg of a fowl at a table; the plump serving wench accepted her invitation to the lap of a rogue, who bounced her till she spilled a tankard of beer down her front, whereupon he offered to dry her. Allas finished his brew, continuing to stand. He was warm and dry now, his throat refreshed, but though the glow of the ale had somewhat diminished his disgust and irritation, he was still far from relaxed.
Finally, he set down his cup and with renewed energy, took up his cause once more. Won't even one of you join my Lord Olin in his need?
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The way is not far, and there is rich reward—" His voice was drowned out yet again, this time by the sudden opening of the tavern door. Wind and rainblew in with fierce abruptness, dampening and chilling the room. Voices cried out harshly, demanding that the intruder get quickly inside and shut out the storm. The newcomer, dressed from top to toe in a dripping gray cloak, slammed shut the door and stomped water from wet boots.
Will you have some beef or fowl? But to Izak's offer the stranger answered: "Aye. Beef and ale, and bring it quickly. Now the gray cloak came off in a bold arc, spraying water droplets, and beneath it was revealed—a woman. She was tall and fair-skinned with a head of long, tousled, flame-red hair—and she was armored.
A long-sword swung in the scabbard at her side, a knife at her hip. She wore a brief vest and skirt of silvery scale-mail that covered her breasts and hung from her waist, but left her limbs and midriff bare—good armor, but too little of it for practicality and evidently worn less for protection than as a symbol of her untamed spirit. The raucous noises in the tavern dropped and faded to silence.
The flame-haired woman of armor and sword draped her cloak on one arm, took the stairs down into the tavern, and pushed through the press to an empty chair near the fireside. All eyes followed her. And as she sat down, Allas immediately took up his theme again, taking advantage of the surprised silence: "Again I implore you She suddenly looked up at him with piercing sapphire eyes.
Have you traveled far? Thanks for your fire, I'm chilled to the bone!
Have you any rooms left? Is there someone to tend to my mount? It's as tired as I, and it stumbled in a rut. Quickly, quickly! But you can bring more ale. With a puckish grin and squinting eyes, he made his way back to the counter, and when he returned he remarked, very thoughtfully: "That was —uh—five minars, in all. The noise in the tavern had commenced again. But now the irrepressible Allas, despite the recent warning of the innkeeper, renewed his pleading.
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My Lord Olin will pay you gold—and, moreover, he will lead you to untold treasure. What more can I offer? His army is sorely depleted, and he has sent me and others to recruit as many swords as we can. The rogues in this house"—Allas raised his voice—"are braggarts and windbags, it seems, but not at all the soldiers they claim to be. Are there wars in southern Koth? I had not heard—" "Tell her about the sorcerer, Allas! But the woman did not seem overly concerned. In spite of a stout defense, Lord Olin and what remains of his army were forced to abandon the city. That was but eight days past.
And now we need troops—""You need mercenaries—aye. Good luck, then. These seem a loutish lot. Allas took hope. Tell me, Allas—do you find it unseemly for a woman to live by the sword as these rogues do? If I did, pardon me. Anyone who straps on the sword and wears it openly will soon be tested to prove their mettle. I trust you've proven it if you've come this far with that blade on your hip. My Lord Olin asked me to recruit soldiers—and if you're a soldier, no matter the cut of your figure, then I ask you to fight in a just cause.
She bit into another chunk of hot beef and savored it as she ruminated over the young man's petition. She smiled thoughtfully. He has gold with him, and the city treasury awaits him in the palace when Suthad is recaptured. But if you mean in courage, then I think every man we own is worth thrice in mettle any in this room. Sonja smiled again; young Allas would not cease his attempts to shame these rogues into action. Our army was routed by demon soldiers of the wizard's conjuring.
I've heard that Olin's an honest enough ruler, and my purse is low. Instantly, he turned and faced the crowd.
You rogues ought to be shamed for cravens to hear it. Red Sonja of Hyrkania will join Lord Olin in his fight! Now, what others here will stand and show courage?
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He glimpsed Sonja smiling again, as at a private joke. Yet no one else rushed forward eager to lend his sword. Allas scowled at the disinterested or grinning faces before him. What's wrong with you? Then the plump serving wench rose from her soldier's lap and swaggered through the press, head poised defiantly, hands on broad hips. When she reached Sonja's table she thrust back her shoulders provocatively and parted her lips in a deliberate smirk.
I thought 'twas a man, for I see a man's sword, but here's also a bosom to make Ishtar's maidens blush—" Sonja colored and tensed.
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