`Let me go! Corum screamed.
Arioch opened his hand and Corum staggered free, gasping (Ариох разжал руку, и Корум зашатался, тяжело дыша;
And then the full injustice of his fate struck him (и тут полная несправедливость его судьбы поразила Корума;
Then Arioch vanished (потом Ариох исчез).
malice [ˈmælɪs] palette [ˈpælɪt] behalf [bɪˈhɑ:f]
Arioch opened his hand and Corum staggered free, gasping. He had not expected Arioch to comply.
And then the full injustice of his fate struck him. Arioch bore no malice towards the Vadhagh. He cared for them no more or less than he cared for the Mabden parasites feeding off his body. He was merely wiping his palette clean of old colours as a painter will before he begins a fresh canvas. All the agony and the misery he and his had suffered was on behalf of the whim of a careless God who only occasionally turned his attention to the world that he had been given to rule.
Then Arioch vanished.
Another figure stood in his place (другая фигура стояла на его месте;
The other figure was beautiful and looked upon Corum with a kind of haughty affection (другая фигура была красивой и смотрела на Корума со своего рода высокомерной привязанностью). He was dressed all in black and silver (он был одет во все черное и серебряное), with a miniature version of the black sword at his side (с миниатюрным вариантом черного меча на боку). His expression was quizzical (выражение /лица/ было насмешливым). He smiled (он улыбнулся). He was the quintessence of evil (он был квинтэссенцией = воплощением зла).
`Who are you? Corum gasped.
`I am Duke Arioch, your master (я — герцог Ариох, твой хозяин). I am the Lord of Hell, a Noble of the Realm of Chaos, the Knight of the Swords (я Владыка Преисподней, Князь Царства Хаоса, Рыцарь Мечей;
`So you are my enemy (значит, ты мой враг). The other form was not your true form (другое обличие не было твоим истинным /обличием/)!
haughty [ˈhɔ:tɪ] quintessence [kwɪnˈtes (ə) ns] Realm [relm]
Another figure stood in his place. All the Mabden were gone.
The other figure was beautiful and looked upon Corum with a kind of haughty affection. He was dressed all in black and silver, with a miniature version of the black sword at his side. His expression was quizzical. He smiled. He was the quintessence of evil.
`Who are you? Corum gasped.
`I am Duke Arioch, your master. I am the Lord of Hell, a Noble of the Realm of Chaos, the Knight of the Swords. I am your enemy.
`So you are my enemy. The other form was not your true form!