Um dos momentos mais fortes da história do cinema... Diálogo que se desenrola entre Conan e o seu companheiro de viagem e de destino.


(Um sorriso de nostalgia infantil invade o guerreiro.)

Conan: "I remember days like this when my father took me into the forest. We ate wild blueberries. More than twenty years ago. I was just a boy of four or five. The leaves were so dark and green then! The grass smelled sweet with the spring wind."

(Curta pausa. Retoma as suas lembranças, agora angustiadas.)

"Almost twenty years of pitiless combat! No rest! No sleep like other men!" (Esvai-se o tom de fúria.) "Ahh... and yet the spring wind blows, Subotai. Have you ever felt such a wind?"

Subotai: "They blow where I live too... in the North of every mans heart."

Conan: "It's never too late Subotai..."

Subotai: "No. It would only lead me back here another day... in even worse company!"

(Pausa fatídica.)

Conan: "For us, there is no spring. Just the wind that smells fresh before the storm..."