motion [ˈməuʃn], stalk [stɔ:k], neither [ˈnaɪðə, ˈnɪðə]
Straining his eyes in the gloom, he saw a hint of motion through the shrubs near the wall. Thither he glided, gripping his sword. He made no more noise than a panther stealing through the night, yet the man he was stalking heard. The Cimmerian had a dim glimpse of a huge bulk close to the wall, felt relief that it was at least human; then the fellow wheeled quickly with a gasp that sounded like panic, made the first motion of a forward plunge, hand clutching, then recoiled as the Cimmerian's blade caught the starlight. For a tense instant neither spoke, standing ready for anything.
"You are no soldier (ты не солдат)," hissed the stranger at last (прошипел наконец незнакомец). "You are a thief like myself (ты вор, как я)."
"And who are you (а кто ты /такой/)?" asked the Cimmerian in a suspicious whisper (спросил киммериец подозрительным шепотом).
"Taurus of Nemedia (Таурус из Немедии)."
The Cimmerian lowered his sword (киммериец опустил меч).