Know, also, oh Prince, that during the years when the Cimmerian trampled armies beneath his feet, others walked the Hyborean lands who were as deadly as he. One such warrior was a woman known simply as the White Archer. Silent and deadly as the serpent god, Set's, evil minions, she sold her bow to the highest bidder, fighting for anyone who could make good on their promises of riches and luxury. Many men she took to her bed; leaving the penniless with broken hearts and the rich with slit throats and empty purses by morning's light. It would be foolish to think that, in a world so small, she did not cross paths with the future barbarian king, though she seldom liked the outcome of such meetings. At least, not nearly as much as Conan.