Chapter 40

'Tell me how to open it,' urged Conan. 'It can do you no good, and it may aid me.' 'Aye, you are Conan,' muttered the Kothian. 'I have seen you sitting on your throne in the great public hall of Tarantia, with your crown on your head and the scepter in your hand. But you are dead; you died at Valkia. And so I know my own end is at hand.' 'What does the dog say?' demanded Valbroso impatiently, not understanding Kothic. 'Will he tell us how to open the box?' As if the voice roused a spark of life in the twisted breas…