Balthus mulled over this delicate ethical question for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and asked: "How far are we from the fort?"
Conan pointed to a creek which flowed into Black River from the east, a few hundred yards below them.
"That's South Creek; it's ten miles from its mouth to the fort (это Южный приток, это десять миль от его устья до форта =
mouth [mau], southern ['sdn], wilderness ['wldns]
That's South Creek; it's ten miles from its mouth to the fort. It's the southern boundary of Conajohara. Marshes miles wide south of it. No danger of a raid from across them. Nine miles above the fort North Creek forms the other boundary. Marshes beyond that, too. That's why an attack must come from the west, across Black River. Conajohara's just like a spear, with a point nineteen miles wide, thrust into the Pictish wilderness."
"Why don't we keep to the canoe and make the trip by water (почему /бы/ нам не оставить /себе/ каноэ и не совершить путешествие по воде)?"
"Because, considering the current we've got to brace, and the bends in the river, we can go faster afoot (потому что, учитывая поток, /который/ нам нужно преодолевать, и излучины на реке, мы можем идти быстрее пешком). Besides, remember Gwawela is south of the fort; if the Picts are crossing the river we'd run right into them (кроме того, помни =
"Why don't we keep to the canoe and make the trip by water?"
"Because, considering the current we've got to brace, and the bends in the river, we can go faster afoot. Besides, remember Gwawela is south of the fort; if the Picts are crossing the river we'd run right into them."
Dusk was gathering as they stepped upon the eastern bank (собирались =
ache [ek], want [wnt], constantly ['knstntl]
Dusk was gathering as they stepped upon the eastern bank. Without pause Conan pushed on northward, at a pace that made Balthus' sturdy legs ache.
"Valannus wanted a fort built at the mouths of North and South Creeks," grunted the Cimmerian. "Then the river could be patrolled constantly. But the Government wouldn't do it.