calmly [ΛkΙ:mlΙͺ], return [rΙͺΛtΙ: n], crowd [kraud]
Conan shifted his broad sword-belt to his liking and calmly returned the searching stares directed at him by the squad of watchmen as they swung past. They eyed him curiously and suspiciously, for he was a man who stood out even in such a motley throng as crowded the winding streets of Zamboula. His blue eyes and alien features distinguished him from the Eastern swarms, and the straight sword at his hip added point to the racial difference.
The watchmen did not accost him but swung on down the street, while the crowd opened a lane for them (ΡΡΡΠ°ΠΆΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΈ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ ΠΊ Π½Π΅ΠΌΡ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈ Π΄Π°Π»ΡΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎ ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΊ ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡΡ, Π² ΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠΎΠ»ΠΏΠ° ΠΎΡΠΊΡΡΠ²Π°Π»Π° ΡΡΠΎΠΏΠΈΠ½ΠΊΡ Π΄Π»Ρ Π½ΠΈΡ = ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡΠΏΠ°Π»Π°ΡΡ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ; down the street β ΠΏΠΎ ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΊ ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡΡ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π°; up the street β ΠΏΠΎ ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΎΡ ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡΠ° Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π°). They were Pelishtins, squat, hook-nosed, with blue-black beards sweeping their mailed breasts (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΠ΅Π»ΠΈΡΡΠΈΠ½ΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠΈΠ·Π΅ΠΌΠΈΡΡΡΠ΅, ΠΊΡΡΡΠΊΠΎΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠ΅ Ρ ΠΈΡΡΠΈΠ½Ρ-ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ Π±ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π°ΠΌΠΈ, ΠΎΡ Π²Π°ΡΡΠ²Π°ΡΡΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΈΡ Π³ΡΡΠ΄Ρ Π² ΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΡΡΠ³Π΅) β mercenaries hired for work the ruling Turanians considered beneath themselves (Π½Π°Π΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΈ, Π½Π°Π½ΡΡΡΠ΅ Π΄Π»Ρ ΡΠ°Π±ΠΎΡΡ, /ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ/ ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΡΡΠΈΠ΅ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΡΡ ΡΡΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π½ΠΈΠΆΠ΅ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ = ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠ²Π°), and no less hated by the mongrel population for that reason (ΠΈ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π΅Π΅ Π½Π΅Π½Π°Π²ΠΈΠ΄ΠΈΠΌΡΠΌΠΈ Π½Π΅ΡΠΈΡΡΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΠ²Π½ΡΠΌ Π½Π°ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΏΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½Π΅).
Conan glanced at the sun, just beginning to dip behind the flat-topped houses on the western side of the bazaar (ΠΠΎΠ½Π°Π½ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π» Π½Π° ΡΠΎΠ»Π½ΡΠ΅, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠ°Π· Π½Π°ΡΠΈΠ½Π°ΡΡΠ΅Π΅ Π·Π°Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΡ Π·Π° Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠ° Ρ ΠΏΠ»ΠΎΡΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΊΡΡΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ Π½Π° Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Π΄Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ½Π΅ Π±Π°Π·Π°ΡΠ°), and hitching once more at his belt, moved off in the direction of Aram Baksh's tavern (ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠ½ΡΠ² Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ°Π· ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ, Π΄Π²ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ»ΡΡ Π² Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ ΡΠ°Π²Π΅ΡΠ½Ρ ΠΡΠ°ΠΌΠ° ΠΠ°Ρ ΡΠ°).
down [daun], population [pΙpjuΛleΙͺΚn], reason [Λri: zn]
The watchmen did not accost him but swung on down the street, while the crowd opened a lane for them. They were Pelishtins, squat, hook-nosed, with blue- black beards sweeping their mailed breasts β mercenaries hired for work the ruling Turanians considered beneath themselves, and no less hated by the mongrel population for that reason.
Conan glanced at the sun, just beginning to dip behind the flat-topped houses on the western side of the bazaar, and hitching once more at his belt, moved off in the direction of Aram Baksh's tavern.
With a hillman's stride he moved through the ever-shifting colors of the streets (ΡΠΈΡΠΎΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΡΠ°Π³ΠΎΠΌ Π³ΠΎΡΡΠ° ΠΎΠ½ Π΄Π²ΠΈΠ³Π°Π»ΡΡ ΡΠΊΠ²ΠΎΠ·Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½Π½ΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΡΡΠΈΠ΅ΡΡ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ° ΡΠ»ΠΈΡ), where the ragged tunics of whining beggars brushed against the ermine- trimmed khalats of lordly merchants (Π³Π΄Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΈ Ρ Π½ΡΠΊΠ°ΡΡΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ°Π΅ΠΊ Π·Π°Π΄Π΅Π²Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ Π³ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π΅ΠΌ Ρ Π°Π»Π°ΡΡ Π½Π°Π΄ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΡ ΠΊΡΠΏΡΠΎΠ²), and the pearl-sewn satin of rich courtesans (ΠΈ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΈΡΡΠ΅ ΠΆΠ΅ΠΌΡΡΠ³ΠΎΠΌ Π°ΡΠ»Π°ΡΠ° Π±ΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΡΡ ΠΊΡΡΡΠΈΠ·Π°Π½ΠΎΠΊ). Giant black slaves slouched along (Π³ΠΈΠ³Π°Π½ΡΡΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ°Π±Ρ ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΡΡΡΠ»ΡΡΡ), jostling blue-bearded wanders from the Shemitish cities (ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΊΠΈΠ²Π°Ρ ΡΠΈΠ½Π΅Π±ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄ΡΡ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ² ΠΈΠ· ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠΊΠΈΡ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ²), ragged nomads from the surrounding deserts, traders and adventurers from all the lands of the East (ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΡΠ²Π°Π½Π½ΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅Π²Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ² ΠΈΠ· ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠΆΠ°ΡΡΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΡΡΡΠ½Ρ, ΡΠΎΡΠ³ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅Π² ΠΈ Π°Π²Π°Π½ΡΡΡΠΈΡΡΠΎΠ² ΠΈΠ· Π²ΡΠ΅Ρ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ ΠΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΊΠ°).
through [Ζru: ], ermine [ΛΙ: mΙͺn], adventurer [ΙdΛvenΚ§ΙrΙ]
With a hillman's stride he moved through the ever-shifting colors of the streets, where the ragged tunics of whining beggars brushed against the ermine-trimmed khalats of lordly merchants, and the pearl-sewn satin of rich courtesans. Giant black slaves slouched along, jostling blue-bearded wanders from the Shemitish cities, ragged nomads from the surrounding deserts, traders and adventurers from all the lands of the East.
The native population was no less heterogeneous (ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ Π½Π°ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π΅Π΅ ΡΠ°Π·Π½ΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΠ½ΡΠΌ). Here, centuries ago, the armies of Stygia had come, carving an empire out of the eastern desert (ΡΡΠ΄Π°, Π²Π΅ΠΊΠ° Π½Π°Π·Π°Π΄ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠ»ΠΈ Π°ΡΠΌΠΈΠΈ Π‘ΡΠΈΠ³ΠΈΠΈ, ΡΠΎΠ·Π΄Π°Π²Π°Ρ ΠΈΠΌΠΏΠ΅ΡΠΈΡ ΠΈΠ· Π²ΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡΡΡΡΠ½ΠΈ). Zamboula was but a small trading town then, lying amidst a ring of oases, and inhabited by descendants of nomads (ΠΠ°ΠΌΠ±ΡΠ»Π° Π±ΡΠ» ΡΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΌΠ°Π»Π΅Π½ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΡΠΎΡΠ³ΠΎΠ²ΡΠΌ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΌ, Π»Π΅ΠΆΠ°ΡΠΈΠΌ ΡΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ° ΠΎΠ°Π·ΠΈΡΠΎΠ² ΠΈ Π½Π°ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠΌΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅Π²Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²). The Stygians built it into a city and settled it with their own people, and with Shemite and Kushite slaves (ΡΡΠΈΠ³ΠΈΠΉΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΠΎΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ = ΠΏΡΠ΅Π²ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π² Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠΉ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄ ΠΈ Π·Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΠΌΠΈ Π»ΡΠ΄ΡΠΌΠΈ: ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΠΊΡΡΠΈΡΡΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ°Π±Π°ΠΌΠΈ). The ceaseless caravans, threading the desert from east to west and back again (Π½Π΅ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π½ΡΠ΅ ΠΊΠ°ΡΠ°Π²Π°Π½Ρ, ΠΏΡΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠ·ΡΠ²Π°ΡΡΠΈΠ΅ = ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΊΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠ΅ ΠΏΡΡΡΡΠ½Ρ Ρ Π²ΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΊΠ° Π½Π° Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Π΄ ΠΈ ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π° Π½Π°Π·Π°Π΄; thread β Π½ΠΈΡΠΊΠ°, Π½ΠΈΡΡ), brought riches and more mingling of races (ΠΏΡΠΈΠ²ΠΎΠ·ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π±ΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΡΡΠ²Π° ΠΈ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅Π΅ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠ°Ρ; to bring β ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠΈΠ²ΠΎΠ·ΠΈΡΡ). Then came the conquering Turanians, riding out of the East to thrust back the boundaries of Stygia (ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠ»ΠΈ Π·Π°Π²ΠΎΠ΅Π²Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ- ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠ°Π² Ρ Π²ΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΊΠ°, /ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ/ ΠΎΡΠ±ΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΡ Π½Π°Π·Π°Π΄ Π³ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡΡ Π‘ΡΠΈΠ³ΠΈΠΈ), and now for a generation Zamboula had been Turan's westernmost outpost, ruled by a Turanian satrap (ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ ΡΠΆΠ΅ /ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ΅/ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠ±ΡΠ»Π° ΡΠ²Π»ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΌΡΠΌ Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Π΄Π½ΡΠΌ Π°Π²Π°Π½ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΌ Π’ΡΡΠ°Π½Π°, ΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡΠΌ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ°ΠΏΠΎΠΌ).
The native population was no less hetrogeneous. Here, centuries ago, the armies of Stygia had come, carving an empire out of the eastern desert. Zamboula was but a small trading town then, lying amidst a ring of oases, and inhabited by descendants of nomads. The Stygians built it into a city and settled it with their own people, and with Shemite and Kushite slaves. The ceaseless caravans, threading the desert from east to west and back again, brought riches and more mingling of races. Then came the conquering Turanians, riding out of the East to thrust back the boundaries of Stygia, and now for a generation Zamboula had been Turan's westernmost outpost, ruled by a Turanian satrap.
The babel of a myriad tongues smote on the Cimmerian's ears (Π²Π°Π²ΠΈΠ»ΠΎΠ½ΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ Π³Π°Π»Π΄Π΅ΠΆ ΠΌΠΈΡΠΈΠ°Π΄Ρ ΡΠ·ΡΠΊΠΎΠ² ΡΠ΄Π°ΡΠΈΠ» ΠΏΠΎ ΡΡΠ°ΠΌ ΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΌΠ΅ΡΠΈΠΉΡΠ°) as the restless pattern of the Zamboulan streets weaved about him Π² ΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π±Π΅ΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉΠ½Π°Ρ ΠΊΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠ½Π° Π·Π°ΠΌΠ±ΡΠ»ΡΡΠΊΠΈΡ ΡΠ»ΠΈΡ ΡΠΏΠ»Π΅ΡΠ°Π»Π°ΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ³ Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ) β cleft now and then by a squad of clattering horsemen (ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ΠΊΠ°Π΅ΠΌΠ°Ρ ΡΠΎ ΠΈ Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΎ ΠΎΡΡΡΠ΄ΠΎΠΌ Π³ΡΠΎΡ ΠΎΡΡΡΠΈΡ Π²ΡΠ°Π΄Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²), the tall, supple warriors of Turan (Π²ΡΡΠΎΠΊΠΈΡ Π³ΠΈΠ±ΠΊΠΈΡ Π²ΠΎΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ² Π’ΡΡΠ°Π½Π°), with dark hawk-faces, clinking metal, and curved swords (Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΡΡΡΡΠ΅Π±ΠΈΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ Π»ΠΈΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ, Π·Π²Π΅Π½ΡΡΠΈΠΌ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°Π»Π»ΠΎΠΌ ΠΈ ΠΊΡΠΈΠ²ΡΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ°Π±Π»ΡΠΌΠΈ). The throng scampered from under their horses' hoofs, for they were the lords of Zamboula (ΡΠΎΠ»ΠΏΠ° Π²ΡΡΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠ²Π°Π»Π° ΠΈΠ·-ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ ΠΊΠΎΠΏΡΡ ΠΈΡ Π»ΠΎΡΠ°Π΄Π΅ΠΉ, ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π²Π»Π°Π΄ΡΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠ±ΡΠ»Ρ). But tall, somber Stygians, standing back in the shadows, glowered darkly, remembering their ancient glories (Π½ΠΎ Π²ΡΡΠΎΠΊΠΈΠ΅, ΠΌΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠΈΠ³ΠΈΠΉΡΡ, Π΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠ°ΡΡ ΡΠ·Π°Π΄ΠΈ Π² ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈ, Π·ΡΡΠΊΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π·Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅, Π²ΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ Π΄ΡΠ΅Π²Π½ΡΡ = Π±ΡΠ»ΡΡ ΡΠ»Π°Π²Ρ). The hybrid population cared little whether the king who controlled their destinies dwelt in dark Khemi or gleaming Aghrapur (ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°Π½Π½ΠΎΠ΅ Π½Π°ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΌΠ°Π»ΠΎ Π·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠΈΠ»ΠΎ, ΠΆΠΈΠ²Π΅Ρ Π»ΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΠ»Ρ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ» ΠΈΡ ΡΡΠ΄ΡΠ±Π°ΠΌΠΈ, Π² ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΠ΅ΠΌΠΈ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π² Π±Π»ΠΈΡΡΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΠ³ΡΠ°ΠΏΡΡΠ΅; to dwell β ΠΆΠΈΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ). Jungir Khan ruled Zamboula (ΠΠΆΡΠ½Π³ΠΈΡ Π₯Π°Π½ ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ» ΠΠ°ΠΌΠ±ΡΠ»ΠΎΠΉ), and men whispered that Nafertari, the satrap's mistress, ruled Jungir Khan (ΠΈ Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΏΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈ, Π²ΠΎΠ·Π»ΡΠ±Π»Π΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ°ΠΏΠ°, ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΠΆΡΠ½Π³ΠΈΡ Π₯Π°Π½ΠΎΠΌ); but the people went their way Π½ΠΎ Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈ ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΠΌ ΠΏΡΡΡΠΌ = ΠΆΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ²ΡΡΠΊΠ°ΠΌ / ΡΡΠ°Π΄ΠΈΡΠΈΡΠΌ), flaunting their myriad colors in the streets (ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎΠ»ΡΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΌΠΈΡΠΈΠ°Π΄Π°ΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΎΠ² Π½Π° ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΠ°Ρ ), bargaining, disputing (Π·Π°ΠΊΠ»ΡΡΠ°Ρ ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»ΠΊΠΈ, ΡΠΏΠΎΡΡ), gambling, swilling, loving (ΠΈΠ³ΡΠ°Ρ Π² Π°Π·Π°ΡΡΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΠΈΠ³ΡΡ, Π²ΡΠΏΠΈΠ²Π°Ρ, Π»ΡΠ±Ρ; to swill β ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΊΠ°ΡΡ, ΠΎΠ±Π»ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΉ; ΠΆΠ°Π΄Π½ΠΎ ΠΏΠΈΡΡ, Π»Π°ΠΊΠ°ΡΡ), as the people of Zamboula have done for all the centuries its towers and minarets have lifted over the sands of the Kharamun (ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈ ΠΠ°ΠΌΠ±ΡΠ»Ρ Π΄Π΅Π»Π°Π»ΠΈ Π½Π° ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅Ρ ΡΡΠΎΠ»Π΅ΡΠΈΠΉ, /ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ/ ΠΈΡ Π±Π°ΡΠ½ΠΈ ΠΈ ΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°ΡΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π°Π΄ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΡ Π°ΡΠ°ΠΌΡΠ½Π°).
pattern [ΛpΓ¦tΙn], supple [sΚpl], metal [metl]
The babel of a myriad tongues smote on the Cimmerian's ears as the restless pattern of the Zamboulan streets weaved about him β cleft now and then by a squad of clattering horsemen, the tall, supple warriors of Turan, with dark hawk- faces, clinking metal, and curved swords. The throng scampered from under their horses' hoofs, for they were the lords of Zamboula. But tall, somber Stygians, standing back in the shadows, glowered darkly, remembering their ancient glories. The hybrid population cared little whether the king who controlled their destinies dwelt in dark Khemi or gleaming Aghrapur. Jungir Khan ruled Zamboula, and men whispered that Nafertari, the satrap's mistress, ruled Jungir Khan; but the people went their way, flaunting their myriad colors in the streets, bargaining, disputing, gambling, swilling, loving, as the people of Zamboula have done for all the centuries its towers and minarets have lifted over the sands of the Kharamun.
Bronze lanterns, carved with leering dragons, had been lighted in the streets before Conan reached the house of Aram Baksh (Π±ΡΠΎΠ½Π·ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ ΡΠΎΠ½Π°ΡΠΈ Ρ Π²ΡΠ³ΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π½Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ Π·Π»ΠΎΠ±Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ Π΄ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π°ΠΌΠΈ, Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π·Π°ΠΆΠΆΠ΅Π½Ρ Π½Π° ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΠ°Ρ , Π΄ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΠΎΠ½Π°Π½ Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π»ΡΡ Π΄ΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠ° ΠΡΠ°ΠΌΠ° ΠΠ°Ρ ΡΠ°). The tavern was the last occupied house on the street, which ran west (ΡΠ°Π²Π΅ΡΠ½Π° Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΈΠΌ ΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°Π΅ΠΌΡΠΌ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠΎΠΌ Π½Π° ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ ΡΠ»Π° Π½Π° Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Π΄). A wide garden, enclosed by a wall, where date palms grew thick, separated it from the houses farther east (ΠΎΠ±ΡΠΈΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΡΠ°Π΄, ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΡΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ ΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΎΠΉ, Π³Π΄Π΅ Π³ΡΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠ°Π»ΡΠΌΡ, ΠΎΡΠ΄Π΅Π»ΡΠ»Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΎΡ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ² Π΄Π°Π»ΡΡΠ΅ Π½Π° Π²ΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΊΠ΅). To the west of the inn stood another grove of palms, through which the street, now become a road, wound out into the desert (ΠΊ Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Π΄Ρ ΠΎΡ Π³ΠΎΡΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡΡ ΡΡΠΎΡΠ»Π° Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π° ΡΠΎΡΠ° ΠΏΠ°Π»ΡΠΌ, ΡΠΊΠ²ΠΎΠ·Ρ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΠ°, ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ ΡΡΠ°Π²ΡΠ°Ρ Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠΉ, Π²ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ /ΠΈ ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»Π°/ Π² ΠΏΡΡΡΡΠ½Ρ; to stand β ΡΡΠΎΡΡΡΡΡ; to wind β ΠΈΠ·Π²ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡ, Π²ΠΈΡΡΡΡ). Across the road from the tavern stood a row of deserted huts, shaded by straggling palm trees and occupied only by bats and jackals (ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ³Ρ ΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π²Π΅ΡΠ½Ρ ΡΡΠΎΡΠ» ΡΡΠ΄ Π±ΡΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΡ Ρ ΠΈΠΆΠΈΠ½, Π·Π°ΡΠ΅Π½Π΅Π½Π½ΡΡ ΡΠ°Π·Π±ΡΠΎΡΠ°Π½Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΏΠ°Π»ΡΠΌΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ Π½Π°ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ Π»Π΅ΡΡΡΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΌΡΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠ°Π»Π°ΠΌΠΈ). As Conan came down the road, he wondered why the beggars, so plentiful in Zamboula, had not appropriated these empty houses for sleeping quarters (ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΠΎΠ½Π°Π½ ΡΠ΅Π» ΠΏΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ³Π΅, ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ΄ΠΈΠ²Π»ΡΠ»ΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ Π½ΠΈΡΠΈΠ΅, ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ Π² ΠΠ°ΠΌΠ±ΡΠ»Π΅, Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΠ»ΠΈ /ΡΠ΅Π±Π΅/ ΡΡΠΈ ΠΏΡΡΡΡΠ΅ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠ° Π΄Π»Ρ Π½ΠΎΡΠ»Π΅ΠΆΠ΅ΠΊ). The lights ceased some distance behind him (ΠΎΠ³Π½ΠΈ Π·Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π° Π½Π΅ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π°Π΄ΠΈ Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ). Here were no lanterns, except the one hanging before the tavern gate (Π·Π΄Π΅ΡΡ Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ½Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΉ, Π·Π° ΠΈΡΠΊΠ»ΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ = ΡΠΎΠ½Π°ΡΡ, ΡΠ²ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ Π²ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ°Π²Π΅ΡΠ½Ρ): only the stars, the soft dust of the road underfoot, and the rustle of the palm leaves in the desert breeze (ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ Π·Π²Π΅Π·Π΄Ρ, ΠΌΡΠ³ΠΊΠ°Ρ ΠΏΡΠ»Ρ Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ³ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ Π½ΠΎΠ³Π°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠΎΡΠΎΡ ΠΏΠ°Π»ΡΠΌΠΎΠ²ΡΡ Π»ΠΈΡΡΡΠ΅Π² Π½Π° ΠΏΡΡΡΡΠ½Π½ΠΎΠΌ Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠ΅).
lantern [ΛlΓ¦ntΙn], palm [pΙ:m], jackal [ΛΚ€Γ¦kΙ: l]
Bronze lanterns, carved with leering dragons, had been lighted in the streets before Conan reached the house of Aram Baksh. The tavern was the last occupied house on the street, which ran west. A wide garden, enclosed by a wall, where date palms grew thick, separated it from the houses farther east. To the west of the inn stood another grove of palms, through which the street, now become a road, wound out into the desert. Across the road from the tavern stood a row of deserted huts, shaded by straggling palm trees and occupied only by bats and jackals. As Conan came down the road, he wondered why the beggars, so plentiful in Zamboula, had not appropriated these empty houses for sleeping quarters. The lights ceased some distance behind him. Here were no lanterns, except the one hanging before the tavern gate: only the stars, the soft dust of the road underfoot, and the rustle of the palm leaves in the desert breeze.
Aram's gate did not open upon the road but upon the alley which ran between the tavern and the garden of the date palms (Π²ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ° ΠΡΠ°ΠΌΠ° Π½Π΅ ΠΎΡΠΊΡΡΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π° Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ³Ρ = ΠΎΡΠΊΡΡΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π΅ Π½Π° Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ³Ρ, Π½ΠΎ Π½Π° Π°Π»Π»Π΅Ρ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ Π±Π΅ΠΆΠ°Π»Π° ΠΌΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Ρ ΡΠ°Π²Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΈ ΡΠ°Π΄ΠΎΠΌ Ρ ΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΏΠ°Π»ΡΠΌΠ°ΠΌΠΈ; to run β Π±Π΅ΠΆΠ°ΡΡ). Conan jerked lustily at the rope which dangled from the bell beside the lantern (ΠΠΎΠ½Π°Π½ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ» ΡΠ½Π΅ΡΠ³ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎ Π·Π° Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅Π²ΠΊΡ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΈΡΠ°Π»Π° Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠΊΠ° Π·Π° ΡΠΎΠ½Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ), augmenting its clamor by hammering on the iron-bound teakwood gate with the hilt of his sword (ΡΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΠ²Π°Ρ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π·Π²ΡΠΊΠ°Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ΄Π°ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΏΠΎ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠΈΡΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΆΠ΅Π»Π΅Π·ΠΎΠΌ Π²ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°ΠΌ ΠΈΠ· ΡΠΈΠΊΠ° ΡΡΠΊΠΎΡΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°; to hammer β ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡ). A wicket opened in the gate, and a black face peered through (Π² Π²ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ ΠΎΡΠΊΡΡΠ»ΠΎΡΡ ΠΎΠΊΠΎΡΠΊΠΎ, ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ Π»ΠΈΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ³Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· /Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ/).