Across the reddened drifts and the mail-clad forms, two figures glared at each other. In all that utter desolation, they alone moved. The frosty sky was over them, the white illimitable plain around them, the dead men at their feet. Slowly through the corpses they came, as ghosts might come to a tryst through the shambles of a dead world. In the brooding silence, they stood face to face.
Both were tall men (оба были высокими мужчинами), built as powerfully as tigers (сложенными /так/ мощно, как тигры). Their shields were gone (их щиты «были уйденными» =
were [wə: ], shields [ʃi: ldz], blood [blʌd]
Both were tall men, built as powerfully as tigers. Their shields were gone, their corselets battered and dented. Blood dried on their mail; their swords were stained red. Their horned helmets showed the marks of fierce strokes. One was beardless and black-maned; the locks and beard of the other were as red as the blood on the sunlit snow.
‘Man,’ said the latter (парень/мужик, — сказал последний/второй), ‘tell me your name (скажи мне твое имя), so that my brothers in Vanaheim may know (чтобы мои братья в Ванахейме могли знать / знали) who was the last of Wulfhere’s band to fall before the sword of Heimdul.’ (кто был последним из Вулферовского отряда / банды пасть =
‘Not in Vanaheim,’ growled the black-haired warrior, ‘but in Valhalla shall you tell your brothers that you met Conan of Cimmeria!’ (Не в Ванахейме, — прорычал черноволосый воин, — а в Вальгалле скажешь ты твоим братьям, что ты встретил Конана из Киммерии =
said [sed], who [hu: ], know [nɔu], fall [fɔ: l]
‘Man,’ said the latter, ‘tell me your name, so that my brothers in Vanaheim may know who was die last of Wulfhere’s band to fall before the sword of Heimdul.’