Steel gleams, but it has no will. Without the strength to command it, it’s nothing more than cold metal waiting to rust. A sword on the wall inspires admiration. A sword in the hands of the untrained invites death. Only the man who has earned  the strength to wield it can make steel obey. Robert E. Howard understood this truth when he wrote Conan the Cimmerian. Conan was not civilized, not refined, not “balanced” in the modern sense, but he was pure. Forged in a land that dem