Before them, the shaft rose from the center of the gently convex surface of the hilltop. The hill, thought Conan, was probably an artificial mound, such as were sometimes piled up over the remains of great chiefs in his own country. If the treasure were at the bottom of such a pile, it would take more than one night’s digging to uncover it…
With a startled oath, Conan clutched at his shovel and crowbar (с удивленным ругательством Конан схватился за /свою/ лопату и лом). Some invisible force had seized upon them and pulled them toward the shaft (какая-то невидимая сила ухватилась за них и потянула из к колонне). He leaned away from the shaft, his powerful muscles bulging under his mail shirt (он отклонился от колонны, его мощные мускулы вздулись под /его/ кольчугой). Inch by inch, however, the force dragged him toward the monolith (дюйм за дюймом, однако, сила тащила его к монолиту). When he saw that he would be drawn against the shaft willy-nilly, he let go of the tools, which flew to the stone (когда он увидел/понял, что /он/ будет притянут к колонне волей-неволей, он отпустил: «позволил уйти» — инструменты, которые полетели к камню;
pull [pl], away ['we], saw [s:]
With a startled oath, Conan clutched at his shovel and crowbar. Some invisible force had seized upon them and pulled them toward the shaft. He leaned away from the shaft, his powerful muscles bulging under his mail shirt. Inch by inch, however, the force dragged him toward the monolith. When he saw that he would be drawn against the shaft willy-nilly, he let go of the tools, which flew to the stone. They struck it with a loud double clank and stuck fast to it.
But releasing the tools did not free Conan from the attraction of the monument (но, отпустив инструменты, не освободился Конан от притяжения монумента), which now pulled on his mail shirt as powerfully as it had on the shovel and the crowbar (который теперь тянул за его кольчугу так же сильно, как он /тянул/ за лопату и лом). Staggering and cursing, Conan was slammed against the monolith with crushing force (шатающийся и ругающийся Конан был брошен на монолит с сокрушительной силой). His back was pinned to the shaft, as were his upper arms where the short sleeves of the mail shirt covered them (его спина была пригвождена к колонне, как /и/ его плечи /там/, где короткие рукава кольчуги покрывали их). So was his head inside the spired Turanian helmet, and so was the scabbarded sword at his waist (так же /была/ /пригвождена/ /и/ его голова внутри остроконечного туранского шлема, и так же /был/ /пригвожден/ меч в ножнах на его поясе;
tool [tu: l], free [fri: ], cover ['kv]
But releasing the tools did not free Conan from the attraction of the monument, which now pulled on his mail shirt as powerfully as it had on the shovel and the crowbar. Staggering and cursing, Conan was slammed against the monolith with crushing force. His back was pinned to the shaft, as were his upper arms where the short sleeves of the mail shirt covered them. So was his head inside die spired Turanian helmet, and so was the scabbarded sword at his waist.
Conan struggled to tear himself free but found that he could not (Конан боролся, чтобы оторваться /свободным/ =
‘What devil’s trick is this, you treacherous dog (что это за дьявольский трюк, ты, вероломный пес)?’ he ground out (выдавил он из себя;
could [kd], found [faund], column ['klm]
Conan struggled to tear himself free but found that he could not. It was as if unseen chains bound him securely to the column of dark stone.
‘What devil’s trick is this, you treacherous dog?’ he ground out.