“Marshal Strakencz,” whispered Sapt, and I knew (маршал Штракенц, – прошептал Сэпт, и я понял;
Just behind the Marshal stood a short spare man (чуть позади маршала стоял низенький тощий человечек;
“The Chancellor of the Kingdom,” whispered Sapt (канцлер королевства, – прошептал Сэпт).
With Fritz von Tarlenheim and Colonel Sapt close behind me, I stepped out of the buffet on to the platform. The last thing I did was to feel if my revolver were handy and my sword loose in the scabbard. A gay group of officers and high dignitaries stood awaiting me, at their head a tall old man, covered with medals, and of military bearing. He wore the yellow and red ribbon of the Red Rose of Ruritania – which, by the way, decorated my unworthy breast also.
“Marshal Strakencz,” whispered Sapt, and I knew that I was in the presence of the most famous veteran of the Ruritanian army.
Just behind the Marshal stood a short spare man, in flowing robes of black and crimson.
“The Chancellor of the Kingdom,” whispered Sapt.
The Marshal greeted me in a few loyal words (маршал приветствовал меня несколькими преданными словами = уверениями в преданности), and proceeded to deliver an apology from the Duke of Strelsau (и продолжил /тем, что/ передал извинения от герцога Стрелсо;
Presently we formed procession and took our way to the door of the station (минуту спустя мы образовали процессию и направились к дверям вокзала). Here I mounted my horse (там я сел на свою лошадь), the Marshal holding my stirrup (маршал придерживал мне стремя).
The Marshal greeted me in a few loyal words, and proceeded to deliver an apology from the Duke of Strelsau. The duke, it seemed, had been afflicted with a sudden indisposition which made it impossible for him to come to the station, but he craved leave to await his Majesty at the Cathedral. I expressed my concern, accepted the Marshal’s excuses very suavely, and received the compliments of a large number of distinguished personages. No one betrayed the least suspicion, and I felt my nerve returning and the agitated beating of my heart subsiding. But Fritz was still pale, and his hand shook like a leaf as he extended it to the Marshal.
Presently we formed procession and took our way to the door of the station. Here I mounted my horse, the Marshal holding my stirrup.