He lifted his head and grinned with a painful effort (он поднял /свою/ голову и улыбнулся с болезненным усилием = выдавил улыбку).

"Come on, boy," he mumbled, rising (давай, парень, — пробурчал он, поднимаясь). "We've got work to do (у нас есть работа: «мы имеем работу делать»)."

He lifted his head and grinned with a painful effort.

"Come on, boy," he mumbled, rising. "We've got work to do."

A red glow suddenly became evident through the trees (красное зарево вдруг стало видно сквозь деревья = вдруг сквозь деревья стало видно красное зарево; evident — очевидный). The Picts had fired the last hut (пикты подожгли последнюю хижину). He grinned (он ухмыльнулся). How Zogar Sag would froth if he knew his warriors had let their destructive natures get the better of them (как бы вскипел Зогар Саг, если бы он узнал, что его воины позволили своей разрушительной сущности взять верх над собой). The fire would warn the people farther up the road (огонь предупредит людей дальше по дороге). They would be awake and alert when the fugitives reached them (они проснутся и поднимут тревогу, когда беглецы доберутся до них). But his face grew grim (но его лицо помрачнело). The women were traveling slowly, on foot and on the overloaded horses (женщины двигались медленно пешком и на перегруженных лошадях). The swift-footed Picts would run them down within a mile, unless — he took his position behind a tangle of fallen logs beside the trail (быстроногие пикты догонят их через милю, если он /не/ займет /свою/ позицию за грудой поваленных бревен возле тропы). The road west of him was lighted by the burning cabin (дорога на западе от него была освещена горящей хижиной), and when the Picts came he saw them first — black furtive figures etched against the distant glare (и когда пикты подошли, он увидел их первым — черные крадущие фигуры, отпечатавшиеся на фоне далекого зарева).

evident [ˈevɪdənt], overloaded [əuvəˈləudɪd], glare [ɡlɛə]

A red glow suddenly became evident through the trees. The Picts had fired the last hut. He grinned. How Zogar Sag would froth if he knew his warriors had let their destructive natures get the better of them. The fire would warn the people farther up the road. They would be awake and alert when the fugitives reached them. But his face grew grim. The women were traveling slowly, on foot and on the overloaded horses. The swift-footed Picts would run them down within a mile, unless — he took his position behind a tangle of fallen logs beside the trail. The road west of him was lighted by the burning cabin, and when the Picts came he saw them first — black furtive figures etched against the distant glare.