“Look (смотрите)!” said one (сказал один). “The lights again (снова огни)! Last night the watchmen saw them start and fade (прошлой ночью караульные видели, как они возникали и исчезали) from midnight until dawn (от полуночи до рассвета). Something is happening up there (что-то там вверху происходит). ” “Perhaps the King under the Mountain (возможно, что Король под Горой) is forging gold (кует золото), ” said another (сказал другой). “It is long since he went north (уже много времени прошло, как он ушел на север). It is time (самое время) the songs began to prove themselves again (чтобы песни начали снова сбываться;
“You are always foreboding gloomy things (всегда ты предвещаешь мрачные вещи;
Then suddenly a great light appeared (затем внезапно появился яркий свет) in the low place in the hills (в низине: «низком месте» холмов) and the northern end of the lake turned golden (и северный конец озера стал золотистым).
“The King beneath the Mountain (Король под Горой)!” they shouted (закричали они). “His wealth is like the Sun (его богатство подобно Солнцу), his silver like a fountain (его серебро похоже на фонтан), his rivers golden run (его реки текут золотом)! The river is running gold (золотая река течет) from the Mountain (с Горы)!” they cried (закричали они), and everywhere windows were opening (и везде стали открываться: «открывались» окна) and feet were hurrying (и /послышался топот/ торопящихся ног: «и ноги торопились»).
There was once more (еще раз наступило: «было») a tremendous excitement and enthusiasm (жуткое = сильное возбуждение и воодушевление). But the grim-voiced fellow (но парень со зловещим голосом) ran hotfoot to the Master (побежал стремглав к Главе Города;
“The dragon is coming (приближается дракон) or I am a fool (или я дурак)!” he cried (закричал он). “Cut the bridges (перекройте мосты;
midnight [ˈmɪdnaɪt] marauding [mǝˈrɔ: dɪŋ] foreboding [fɔ: ˈbǝʋdɪŋ]
Suddenly it flickered back to view; a brief glow touched it and faded.
“Look!” said one. “The lights again! Last night the watchmen saw them start and fade from midnight until dawn. Something is happening up there. ” “Perhaps the King under the Mountain is forging gold, ” said another. “It is long since he went north. It is time the songs began to prove themselves again. ”
“Which king?” said another with a grim voice. “As like as not it is the marauding fire of the Dragon, the only king under the Mountain we have ever known. ”
“You are always foreboding gloomy things!” said the others. “Anything from floods to poisoned fish. Think of something cheerful!” Then suddenly a great light appeared in the low place in the hills and the northern end of the lake turned golden.
“The King beneath the Mountain!” they shouted. “His wealth is like the Sun, his silver like a fountain, his rivers golden run! The river is running gold from the Mountain!” they cried, and everywhere windows were opening and feet were hurrying.