I’ll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a g — Sword

"Fire and wind come from the sky, from the gods of the sky, but Crom is your god, Crom, and he lives in the Earth. Once giants lived in the Earth, Conan, and in the darkness of chaos they fooled Crom, and they took from him the enigma of steel. Crom was angered, and the Earth shook, and fire and wind struck down these giants, and threw their bodies into the waters. But in their rage, the gods forgot the secret of steel, and left it on the battlefield. We, who found it, are just men: not gods, not giants, just men. And the secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle, Conan, you must learn its discipline. For no one, no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts... This you can trust."

"My sword hacked like a handsaw."

"We measured swords and parted."

"O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel; The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs."

"Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty."

"I never saw any one like him. He is steel! He would go through you like a sword!"