Nabonidus drew back, shaking like a leaf (Набонидус отступил назад, трясясь как /осиновый/ лист; to draw back — отходить назад, отступать). He gripped Conan's shoulder (он схватил Конана за плечо). "Man, do you dare pit your knife against his fangs (парень, ты осмелишься противопоставить свой нож против его клыков; man — человек; чувак, парень, мужик /просторечное обращение к лицу мужского пола/; to pit — класть в яму; противопоставить; меряться силами, бороться)?"

emerge [ɪˈmə:ʤ], behind [bɪˈhaɪnd], drew [dru:]

He led them back to the curtained doorway, and peered into the great chamber in time to see Thak emerge from the opposite doorway. It was apparent that the beast-man had suspected something. His small, close-set ears twitched; he glared angrily about him and, approaching the nearest doorway, tore aside the curtains to look behind them.

Nabonidus drew back, shaking like a leaf. He gripped Conan's shoulder. "Man, do you dare pit your knife against his fangs?"

The Cimmerian's eyes blazed in answer (глаза киммерийца вспыхнули в ответ).

"Quick (быстро)!" the Red Priest whispered (шепнул Красный Жрец), thrusting him behind the curtains, close against the wall (запихивая его за портьеры, вплотную к стене). "As he will find us soon enough (когда он нас найдет, /а это будет/ довольно скоро), we will draw him to us (мы отвлечем его на себя: «на нас»; to draw — чертить; отвлекать; оттягивать). As he rushes past you (когда он бросится мимо тебя), sink your blade in his back if you can (вонзи ему в спину свой клинок, если сможешь; to sink — погружать/ся/; вонзать). You, Murilo, show yourself to him and then flee up the corridor (ты, Мурило, покажись ему, а потом убегай по коридору). Mitra knows (Митра знает), we have no chance with him in hand-to-hand combat (у нас нет шансов в рукопашном бою с ним), but we are doomed anyway when he finds us (но мы обречены в любом случае, когда он найдет нас)."

enough [ɪˈnʌf], past [pɑ:st], combat [ˈkɔmbæt]

The Cimmerian's eyes blazed in answer.

"Quick!" the Red Priest whispered, thrusting him behind the curtains, close against the wall. "As he will find us soon enough, we will draw him to us. As he rushes past you, sink your blade in his back if you can. You, Murilo, show yourself to him and then flee up the corridor. Mitra knows, we have no chance with him in hand-to-hand combat, but we are doomed anyway when he finds us."