archfiend [ˌɑ:ʧˈfi:nd], wounded [ˈwu:ndɪd], dread [dred]

"They did," growled Conan. "I broke the new jailer's head and walked out. I would have been here hours agone, but I had some personal business to attend to. Well, shall we hunt for Nabonidus?"

Murilo shuddered. "Conan, we are in the house of the archfiend! I came seeking a human enemy; I found a hairy devil out of hell!"

Conan grunted uncertainly; fearless as a wounded tiger as far as human foes were concerned, he had all the superstitious dreads of the primitive.

"I gained access to the house (я пробрался к дому; to gain access — получить доступ)," whispered Murilo (прошептал Мурило), as if the darkness were full of listening ears (словно в тьме было полно подслушивающих ушей). "In the outer gardens I found Nabonidus' dog mauled to death (в парке снаружи я нашел пса Набонидуса, забитого до смерти; maul — булава; to maul — сильно ударять, наносить сильнейший удар, бить /тж. молотом, кувалдой и т. п./; сильно избивать, колошматить; отколотить, покалечить). Within the house I came upon Joka, the servant (внутри дома я наткнулся на Джоку, слугу; to come upon — наткнуться). His neck had been broken (у него была сломана шея; to break — ломать). Then I saw Nabonidus himself seated in his chair (потом я увидел самого Набонидуса, сидевшего в своем кресле), clad in his accustomed garb (облаченного в обычное одеяние; to clothe — одевать). At first I thought he, too, was dead (сначала я подумал, что он тоже мертв). I stole up to stab him (я подкрался, чтобы заколоть его; to steal up — подкрасться). He rose and faced me (он встал и повернулся ко мне лицом; to rise). God (Боже)!" The memory of that horror struck the young nobleman momentarily speechless as he re-lived that awful instant (при воспоминании об этом кошмаре молодой дворянин мгновенно онемел, переживая /еще раз/ то ужасное мгновение; to strike dumb/speechless — лишить дара слова).

access [ˈæksəs], accustomed [əˈkʌstəmd], awful [ˈɔ:ful]

"I gained access to the house," whispered Murilo, as if the darkness were full of listening ears. "In the outer gardens I found Nabonidus' dog mauled to death. Within the house I came upon Joka, the servant. His neck had been broken. Then I saw Nabonidus himself seated in his chair, clad in his accustomed garb. At first I thought he, too, was dead. I stole up to stab him. He rose and faced me. God!" The memory of that horror struck the young nobleman momentarily speechless as he re-lived that awful instant.