number ['nmb], plague [ple], threaten [retn]
"I have three hundred pikemen, four hundred Bossonian archers, and perhaps fifty men who, like yourself, are skilled in woodcraft. They are worth ten times their number of soldiers, but there are so few of them. Frankly, Conan, my situation is becoming precarious. The soldiers whisper of desertion; they are low-spirited, believing Zogar Sag has loosed devils on us. They fear the black plague with which he threatened us — the terrible black death of the swamplands. When I see a sick soldier I sweat with fear of seeing him turn black and shrivel and die before my eyes.
"Conan, if the plague is loosed upon us, the soldiers will desert in a body (Конан, если чума будет спущена на нас, солдаты дезертируют в полном составе;
loosed [lu: st], be [bi: ], check [ek]
"Conan, if the plague is loosed upon us, the soldiers will desert in a body! The border will be left unguarded and nothing will check the sweep of the dark-skinned hordes to the very gates of Velitrium — maybe beyond! If we cannot hold the fort, how can they hold the town?
"Conan, Zogar Sag must die, if we are to hold Conajohara (Конан, Зогар Саг должен умереть, если мы должны =
hold [huld], any ['en], capture ['kaep]
"Conan, Zogar Sag must die, if we are to hold Conajohara. You have penetrated the unknown deeper than any other man in the fort; you know where Gwawela stands, and something of the forest trails across the river. Will you take a band of men tonight and endeavor to kill or capture him? Oh, I know it's mad. There isn't more than one chance in a thousand that any of you will come back alive. But if we don't get him, it's death for us all. You can take as many men as you wish."
"A dozen men are better for a job like that than a regiment," answered Conan (дюжина людей лучше для такой работы, чем полк, — ответил Конан). "Five hundred men couldn't fight their way to Gwawela and back, but a dozen might slip in and out again (пять сотен солдат не могли бы пробиться к Гвавеле и обратно, но дюжина, возможно, проскользнут туда и выскользнут обратно;
job [b], regiment ['remnt], pick [pk]
"A dozen men are better for a job like that than a regiment," answered Conan. "Five hundred men couldn't fight their way to Gwawela and back, but a dozen might slip in and out again. Let me pick my men. I don't want any soldiers."
"Let me go!" eagerly exclaimed Balthus (позволь мне пойти! — страстно / с рвением воскликнул Балтус;