Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars - Nemedia, Ophir, Brythunia, Hyperborea, Zamora with its dark-haired women and towers of spider-haunted mystery, Zingara with its chivalry, Koth that bordered on the pastoral lands of Shem, Stygia with its shadow-guarded tombs, Hyrkania whose riders wore steel and silk and gold. But the proudest kingdom of the world was Aquilonia, reigning supreme in the dreaming west. Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet.

Hace un par de días logré que Claudia se durmiera susurrándole la magnífica introducción de The Nemedian Chronicles. En inglés, sí. Entre eso y los frecuentes I am your father! que le suelto, creo que lograré subvertirla para la causa.

PS Si lo prefieren para sus criaturas, pueden usar la versión que aparecía en la película Conan the Barbarian, en la introducción orquestada por el genial Basil Poledouris y narrada por Makoto Iwamatsu en el papel de Akiro:

Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis...

and the rise of the sons of Aryas,

there was an age undreamed of;

and unto this, Conan,

destined to bear the jewelled crown of Aquilonia...

upon a troubled brow.

It is I, his chronicler,

who alone can tell thee of his saga.

Let me tell you of the days of high adventure.

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