ordinary [ˈɔ:dnrɪ], circumstance [ˈsə:kəmstəns], valuable [ˈvæljuəbl]

"I swore I would not tell the king a jest concerning you! I did not swear not to take matters into my own hands if I could. Do you think I would pass up such an opportunity? Under ordinary circumstances I would not dare to kill you myself, without sanction of the king, but now none will ever know. You will go into the acid vats along with Thak and the nationalist fools, and none will be the wiser. What a night this has been for me! If I have lost some valuable servants, I have nevertheless rid myself of various dangerous enemies. Stand back! I am over the threshold, and you cannot possibly reach me before I tug this cord and send you to Hell. Not the gray lotus, this time, but something just as effective. Nearly every chamber in my house is a trap. And so, Murilo, fool that you are-"

Too quickly for the sight to follow, Conan caught up a stool and hurled it (слишком быстро, чтобы проследить взглядом, Конан схватил табурет и швырнул его; sight — зрение; взгляд; to catch up — схватить). Nabonidus instinctively threw up his arm with a cry, but not in time (Набонидус инстинктивно взметнул руку вверх с криком, но не своевременно = но опоздал; to throw up — вскинуть). The missile crunched against his head (снаряд с хрустом ударился о его голову; missile — ракета; метательный снаряд;to crunch — хрустеть; раздавливать с хрустом), and the Red Priest swayed and fell facedown in a slowly widening pool of dark crimson (и Красный Жрец покачнулся и упал лицом вниз в медленно расширяющуюся лужу темно-красного цвета).

"His blood was red, after all (все же его кровь оказалась красной; after all — все же)," grunted Conan (буркнул Конан).

Murilo raked back his sweat-plastered hair with a shaky hand (Мурило провел трясущейся рукой по потным волосам, откидывая их назад; to rake — рыхлить, разравнивать граблями) as he leaned against the table, weak from the reaction of relief (когда оперся о стол, ослабев от /воздействия/ облегчения /после пережитого/; to lean against — опираться о; reaction — реакция; воздействие).

missile [ˈmɪsaɪl], sweat [swet], plaster [ˈplɑ:stə]

Too quickly for the sight to follow, Conan caught up a stool and hurled it. Nabonidus instinctively threw up his arm with a cry, but not in time. The missile crunched against his head, and the Red Priest swayed and fell facedown in a slowly widening pool of dark crimson.