Still gripping his captive's throat (все еще сжимая горло своего пленника) — for a man can scream incoherently even with his throat slit (так как человек может кричать бессвязно даже с /его/ перерезанным горлом;
incoherently [nku'hrntl], cypress ['saprs], vulture ['vl]
Still gripping his captive's throat — for a man can scream incoherently even with his throat slit — Conan dragged him out of the dark chamber and down the cypress-shadowed path, to the iron-bound door in the outer wall. With one hand he lifted the bolt and threw the door open, disclosing the three shadowy figures which waited like black vultures outside. Into their eager arms Conan thrust the innkeeper.
A horrible, blood-choked scream rose from the Zamboulan's throat, but there was no response from the silent tavern (ужасный, давящийся кровью крик раздался из горла замбулийца, но из безмолвной таверны не было ответа;
used [ju: st], wretch [re], greed [ri: d]
A horrible, blood-choked scream rose from the Zamboulan's throat, but there was no response from the silent tavern. The people there were used to screams outside the wall. Aram Baksh fought like a wild man, his distended eyes turned frantically on the Cimmerian's face. He found no mercy there. Conan was thinking of the scores of wretches who owed their bloody doom to this man's greed.
In glee the Negroes dragged him down the road, mocking his frenzied gibberings (в ликовании негры потащили его по дороге, насмехаясь над его бешеной бессвязной речью). How could they recognize Aram Baksh in this half- naked, bloodstained figure (как они могли узнать Арама Бахша в этой полураздетой, окровавленной фигуре), with the grotesquely shorn beard and unintelligible babblings (с гротескно остриженной бородой и нечленораздельным лепетом;
gibbering ['br], grotesquely [ru'teskl], unintelligible ['nn'telbl]
In glee the Negroes dragged him down the road, mocking his frenzied gibberings. How could they recognize Aram Baksh in this half-naked, bloodstained figure, with the grotesquely shorn beard and unintelligible babblings? The sounds of the struggle came back to Conan, standing beside the gate, even after the clump of figures had vanished among the palms.