Skull-Face by Robert E. Howard — Read

"The fed wolf curls by his drowsy mate / In a tight-trod earth; but the lean wolves wait. " / -- Mundy.

I sat alone in John Gordon's apartments and laughed mirthlessly. In spite of the elixir's stimulus, the strain of the previous night, with its loss of sleep and its heartrending actions, was telling on me. My mind was a chaotic whirl wherein the faces of Gordon, Kathulos and Zuleika shifted with numbing swiftness. All the mass of information Gordon had given to me seemed jumbled and incoherent.