Chapter 4
Wolves of the DesertOlgerd Vladislav filled his jeweled goblet with crimson wine
from a golden jug and thrust the vessel across the ebony table to
Conan the Cimmerian. Olgerd's apparel would have satisfied the
vanity of any Zaporoskan hetman.
His khalat was of white silk, with pearls sewn on the bosom.
Girdled at the waist with a Bakhauriot belt, its skirts were drawn
back to reveal his wide silken breeches, tucked into short boots of
soft green leather, adorned with gold thread. On his head was a
green silk turban, wound about a spired helmet chased with gold.
His only weapon was a broad curved Cherkees knife in an ivory
sheath girdled high on his left hip, kozak fashion. Throwing
himself back in his gilded chair with its carven eagles, Olgerd
spread his booted legs
