broad [brɔ:d], visible [ˈvɪzəbl], apparent [əˈpærənt]

"Then follow me." And turning, Taurus leaped up, caught the wall and drew himself up. The man's suppleness was amazing, considering his bulk; he seemed almost to glide up over the edge of the coping. Conan followed him, and lying flat on the broad top, they spoke in wary whispers.

"I see no light," Conan muttered. The lower part of the tower seemed much like that portion visible from outside the garden — a perfect, gleaming cylinder, with no apparent openings.

"There are cleverly constructed doors and windows (есть искусно построенные двери и окна)," answered Taurus, "but they are closed (но они закрыты). The soldiers breathe air that comes from above (солдаты дышат воздухом, который поступает сверху)."

The garden was a vague pool of shadows (сад был неясным пятном теней; pool — лужа; небольшое пятно, пространство), where feathery bushes and low, spreading trees waved darkly in the starlight (в котором пушистые кусты и низкие, раскидистые деревья качались темной массой в свете звезд; feathery — покрытый перьями; пушистый;feather — перо; to spread — расстилать; раскидывать). Conan's wary soul felt the aura of waiting menace that brooded over it (настороженная душа Конана ощутила атмосферу поджидающей угрозы, которая нависла над ним = над садом). He felt the burning glare of unseen eyes (он чувствовал острый пылающий взгляд невидимых глаз), and he caught a subtle scent that made the short hairs on his neck instinctively bristle (и он уловил едва различимый запах, от которого у него инстинктивно вздыбились волоски на загривке; subtle — нежный; едва различимый;to bristle — ощетиниться; подниматься дыбом) as a hunting dog bristles at the scent of an ancient enemy (как ощетинивается охотничья собака = как встает дыбом шерсть у охотничьей собаки при запахе старого/давнего врага; ancient — древний; старинный, старый).

feathery [ˈfeðərɪ], spread [spred], aura [ˈɔ:rə]

"There are cleverly constructed doors and windows," answered Taurus, "but they are closed. The soldiers breathe air that comes from above."

The garden was a vague pool of shadows, where feathery bushes and low, spreading trees waved darkly in the starlight. Conan's wary soul felt the aura of waiting menace that brooded over it. He felt the burning glare of unseen eyes, and he caught a subtle scent that made the short hairs on his neck instinctively bristle as a hunting dog bristles at the scent of an ancient enemy.