« He was a strongly built Pict with a white heron feather thrust in a copper band that confined his square-cut mane.
Balthus hurled his ax with an accuracy that reduced the attackers to one, and Conan, abandoning his efforts to free his sword, wheeled and met the remaining Pict with his bare hands. The stocky warrior, a head shorter than his tall enemy, leaped in, striking with his ax, at the same time stabbing murderously with his knife. »
Robert E. Howard – Beyond the Black River