I haven't posted in a week. I've been out of town. But I did get another picture onto James Gurney's blog.
The manuscript excerpt to illustrate is "...sandals where they were mired. His sword he kept, although the scabbard went the way of the rest of his armor. Left naked except for his linen tunic, he was thankful that it was late June and the waters had lost the bite in their chill.
Turning his head, he saw that someone was looming up out...."
So, of course, Conan gets pantsed.