"Come near that I may touch you," the creature faltered, and Conan came near unfearingly, his sword hanging forgotten in his hand. The sensitive trunk came out and groped over his face and shoulders, as a blind man gropes, and its touch was light as a girl's hand.

"You are not of Yara's race of devils," sighed the creature. "The clean, lean fierceness of the wastelands marks you. I know your people from of old, who I knew by another name in the long, long ago when another world lifted its jeweled spires to the stars. There is blood on your fingers."

"A spider in the chamber above and a lion in the garden (паук в комнате наверху и лев в саду)," muttered Conan (пробормотал Конан).

"You have slain a man too, this night (сегодня ночью ты убил и человека; to slay — убивать)," answered the other (ответил другой). "And there is death in the tower above (и в башне наверху смерть). I feel; I know (я чувствую, я знаю)."

"Aye (да)," muttered Conan (пробурчал Конан). "The prince of all thieves lies there dead from the bite of a vermin (король всех воров лежит там мертвый от укуса хищника; vermin — паразит; хищник)."

"So — and so (так-так)!" the strange inhuman voice rose in a sort of low chant (странный нечеловеческий голос повысился в своего рода тихом речитативе; to rise — подниматься; издавать более высокую ноту; low — низкий; тихий; chant — песнь; произнесение нараспев). "A slaying in the tavern and a slaying on the roof (убийство в таверне и убийство на крыше) — I know; I feel (я знаю, я чувствую). And the third will make the magic of which not even Yara dreams (а третье создаст волшебство, о котором не помышляет даже Яра; to dream — видеть сон; мечтать, помышлять) — oh, magic of deliverance, green gods of Yag (ах, волшебство избавления, зеленые боги Яга)!"

vermin [ˈvə:mɪn], chant [ʧɑ:nt], deliverance [dɪˈlɪvrəns]

"A spider in the chamber above and a lion in the garden," muttered Conan.

"You have slain a man too, this night," answered the other. "And there is death in the tower above. I feel; I know."

"Aye," muttered Conan. "The prince of all thieves lies there dead from the bite of a vermin."

"So — and so!" the strange inhuman voice rose in a sort of low chant. "A slaying in the tavern and a slaying on the roof — I know; I feel. And the third will make the magic of which not even Yara dreams — oh, magic of deliverance, green gods of Yag!"