pattern [ˈpætən], supple [sʌpl], metal [metl]
The babel of a myriad tongues smote on the Cimmerian's ears as the restless pattern of the Zamboulan streets weaved about him — cleft now and then by a squad of clattering horsemen, the tall, supple warriors of Turan, with dark hawk- faces, clinking metal, and curved swords. The throng scampered from under their horses' hoofs, for they were the lords of Zamboula. But tall, somber Stygians, standing back in the shadows, glowered darkly, remembering their ancient glories. The hybrid population cared little whether the king who controlled their destinies dwelt in dark Khemi or gleaming Aghrapur. Jungir Khan ruled Zamboula, and men whispered that Nafertari, the satrap's mistress, ruled Jungir Khan; but the people went their way, flaunting their myriad colors in the streets, bargaining, disputing, gambling, swilling, loving, as the people of Zamboula have done for all the centuries its towers and minarets have lifted over the sands of the Kharamun.
Bronze lanterns, carved with leering dragons, had been lighted in the streets before Conan reached the house of Aram Baksh (бронзовые фонари с выгравированными злобными драконами, были зажжены на улицах, до того как Конан добрался до дома Арама Бахша). The tavern was the last occupied house on the street, which ran west (таверна была последним обитаемым домом на улице, которая шла на запад). A wide garden, enclosed by a wall, where date palms grew thick, separated it from the houses farther east (обширный сад, огороженный стеной, где густо росли финиковые пальмы, отделяла его от домов дальше на востоке). To the west of the inn stood another grove of palms, through which the street, now become a road, wound out into the desert (к западу от гостиницы стояла еще одна роща пальм, сквозь которую улица, теперь ставшая дорогой, вилась /и уходила/ в пустыню;