The Aquilonian slid to a stumbling halt, almost colliding with the Cimmerian who stood in the trail over a crumpled body (аквилонец перешел в спотыкающуюся остановку =
halt [h: lt], stood [stu: d], corpse [k: ps]
The Aquilonian slid to a stumbling halt, almost colliding with the Cimmerian who stood in the trail over a crumpled body. But Conan was not looking at the corpse which lay there in the crimson-soaked dust. He was glaring into the deep woods on either side of the trail.
Balthus muttered a horrified oath (Балтус пробормотал испуганное ругательство). It was the body of a man which lay there in the trail (это было тело мужчины, которое лежало там на тропинке =
boot [bu: t], razor ['rez], indicate ['ndket]
Balthus muttered a horrified oath. It was the body of a man which lay there in the trail, a short, fat man, clad in the gilt-worked boots and (despite the heat) the ermine-trimmed tunic of a wealthy merchant. His fat, pale face was set in a stare of frozen horror; his thick throat had been slashed from ear to ear as if by a razor- sharp blade. The short sword still in its scabbard seemed to indicate that he had been struck down without a chance to fight for his life.
"A Pict?" Balthus whispered, as he turned to peer into the deepening shadows of the forest (пикт? — прошептал Балтус, когда он обернулся, /чтобы/ всмотреться в густеющие тени леса).
Conan shook his head and straightened to scowl down at the dead man (Конан отрицательно покачал /своей/ головой и выпрямился, /чтобы/ посмотреть сердито /вниз/ на мертвого человека =
"A forest devil (лесной дух: «дьявол»). This is the fifth, by Crom (это /есть/ пятый, /клянусь/ Кромом)!"
"What do you mean (что ты имеешь в виду;
"Did you ever hear of a Pictish wizard called Zogar Sag (ты когда-нибудь слышал о пиктском чародее, называемым =
Balthus shook his head uneasily (Балтус покачал /своей/ головой беспокойно;
turn [t: n], fifth [ff], scowl [skaul]
"A Pict?" Balthus whispered, as he turned to peer into the deepening shadows of the forest.
Conan shook his head and straightened to scowl down at the dead man. "A forest devil. This is the fifth, by Crom!"
"What do you mean?"
"Did you ever hear of a Pictish wizard called Zogar Sag?" Balthus shook his head uneasily.