I first read the Conan stories as a young teen. This stuck with me over the years.
"He was a man," said Conan. "I drink to his shade, and to the shade of
the dog, who knew no fear." He quaffed part of the wine, then emptied
the rest upon the floor, with a curious heathen gesture, and smashed
the goblet. "The heads of ten Picts shall pay for his, and seven heads
for the dog, who was a better warrior than many a man."
Conan in "Beyond the Black River" by Robert E. Howard