‘This person is so fortunate as to possess a sovereign remedy for sleeplessness (этот человек так удачлив, чтобы обладать =
fortunate [ˈfɔ: tʃnɪt], possess [pəˈzes], sovereign [ˈsɔvrɪn]
‘Perhaps the princely captain is unable to sleep?’ murmured Feng, appearing not to notice Conan’s ungraciousness. Feng spoke fluent Hyrkanian. This was one reason for his having been dispatched to guide Conan’s troop, for Conan’s command of the singsong Khitan tongue was little more than a smattering. Feng continued:
‘This person is so fortunate as to possess a sovereign remedy for sleeplessness. A gifted apothecary concocted it for me from an ancient recipe: a decoction of lily buds ground into cinnamon and spiced with poppy seeds…’
‘No, nothing,’ growled Conan (нет, (совсем) нет, — проворчал Конан). ‘I thank you, Duke, but it’s something about this accursed place (/я/ благодарю /тебя/, князь, но есть что-то в этом проклятом месте). Some uncanny premonition keeps me wakeful when, after a long day’s ride (какое-то зловещее предчувствие сохраняет меня бодрствующим =
nothing [ˈnʌƟɪŋ], thank [Ɵæŋk], something [sʌmƟɪŋ]
‘No, nothing,’ growled Conan. ‘I thank you, Duke, but it’s something about this accursed place. Some uncanny premonition keeps me wakeful when, after a long day’s ride, I should be as weary as a stripling after his first night’s bout of love.’
The duke’s features moved a trifle (черты /лица/ князя сдвинулись/исказились), as if he winced at Conan’s crudity — or was it merely a flicker of the firelight (как будто он поморщился от грубости Конана — или было это лишь трепет пламени костра)? In any case, he suavely replied, ‘I think I understand the misgivings of the excellent commander (в любом случае он учтиво ответил: я думаю, /что/ /я/ понимаю опасения отличного командира). Nor are such disquieting emotions unusual in this — ah — this legend-fraught valley (ни являются такие тревожные эмоции необычными =
‘A battlefield, eh?’ grunted Conan (поле битвы, да? — пробормотал Конан).
trifle [traɪfl], crudity [ˈkru: dɪtɪ], think [Ɵɪŋk]
The duke’s features moved a trifle, as if he winced at Conan’s crudity — or was it merely a flicker of the firelight? In any case, he suavely replied, I think I understand the misgivings of the excellent commander. Nor are such disquieting emotions unusual in this — ah — this legend-fraught valley. Many men have perished here.’
‘A battlefield, eh?’ grunted Conan.
The duke’s narrow shoulders twitched beneath the green cloak (узкие плечи князя дернулись под зеленым плащом). ‘Nay, nothing like that, my heroic Western friend (нет, ничего подобного /этому/, мой героический западный друг). This spot lies near the tomb of an ancient king of my people: King Hsia of Kusan (это место лежит =
true [tru: ], believe [bɪˈli: v], that [ðæt]