Английский язык с Конаном-варваром

An incessant hail of arrows rained against the stockade from the woods and the river (непрерывный град стрел обрушился на укрепление из леса и с реки). The deep twanging of the bowstrings rose above the howling (низкое треньканье тетивы луков поднялось над воем). Yelling like wolves (завывая как волки), several hundred naked warriors with axes in their hands (несколько сотен голых воинов с топорами в /их/ руках) ran from under the trees and raced toward the eastern gate (выбежали из-под деревьев и бросились к восточным воротам). They were within a hundred and fifty yards of their objective (они были в пределах ста пятидесяти ярдов от своей цели) when a withering blast of arrows from the wall littered the ground with corpses (когда смертоносный поток стрел со стены усеял землю трупами) and sent the survivors fleeing back to the trees (и отправил выживших /убегающими/ назад к деревьям). The men in the canoes rushed their boats toward the river-wall (люди в каноэ бросили свои лодки к стене, выходящей на реку,), and were met by another shower of clothyard shafts (и были встречены еще одним градом стрел) and a volley from the small ballistae mounted on towers on that side of the stockade (и залпом из небольших баллист, установленных на башнях по ту сторону частокола). Stones and logs whirled through the air and splintered and sank half a dozen canoes (камни и бревна пронеслись в воздухе и раздробили и потопили полдюжины каноэ), killing their occupants, and the other boats drew back out of range (убивая их пассажиров, а остальные лодки отошли за пределы досягаемости; out of range — вне досягаемости). A deep roar of triumph rose from the walls of the fort, answered by bestial howling from all quarters (низкий триумфальный рев поднялся со стен форта, /на который/ ответил звериный вой со всех сторон).

incessant [n'sesnt], survivor [s'vav], triumph ['tramf]

An incessant hail of arrows rained against the stockade from the woods and the river. The deep twanging of the bowstrings rose above the howling. Yelling like wolves, several hundred naked warriors with axes in their hands ran from under the trees and raced toward the eastern gate. They were within a hundred and fifty yards of their objective when a withering blast of arrows from the wall littered the ground with corpses and sent the survivors fleeing back to the trees. The men in the canoes rushed their boats toward the river-wall, and were met by another shower of clothyard shafts and a volley from the small ballistae mounted on towers on that side of the stockade. Stones and logs whirled through the air and splintered and sank half a dozen canoes, killing their occupants, and the other boats drew back out of range. A deep roar of triumph rose from the walls of the fort, answered by bestial howling from all quarters.

"Shall we try to break through?" asked Balthus, trembling with eagerness (мы попробуем прорваться? — спросил Балтус, дрожа с = от нетерпения).

Conan shook his head (Конан покачал /своей/ головой). He stood with his arms folded, his head slightly bent (он стоял, скрестив руки на груди, слегка склонив голову: «с его руками скрещенными, его голова слегка склоненная»), a somber and brooding figure (мрачная и погруженная в размышления фигура). "The fort's doomed (форт обречен; to doom — обрекать, приговаривать).[44] The Picts are blood-mad, and won't stop until they're all killed (пикты кровожадны, и не остановятся, пока /они/ все /не/ будут убиты). And there are too many of them for the men in the fort to kill (а их слишком много: «там есть слишком много из них» для людей в форте, /чтобы/ убить). We couldn't break through, and if we did, we could do nothing but die with Valannus (мы не смогли бы прорваться, а если бы /мы/ /и/ сделали = прорвались, /то мы не/ смогли бы сделать ничего, кроме /как/ умереть с Валаннусом)."

eagerness ['i: ns], figure ['f], with [wd]

"Shall we try to break through?" asked Balthus, trembling with eagerness. Conan shook his head. He stood with his arms folded, his head slightly bent, a somber and brooding figure.

"The fort's doomed. The Picts are blood-mad, and won't stop until they're all killed. And there are too many of them for the men in the fort to kill. We couldn't break through, and if we did, we could do nothing but die with Valannus."

"There's nothing we can do but save our own hides, then (значит, мы ничего не можем сделать: «там есть ничего мы можем сделать», кроме как спасти наши собственные шкуры)?"