The old man, holding my hand, spoke to me, man to man (старик, держа мою руку, заговорил со мной откровенно; man to man – как мужчина с мужчиной; честно, откровенно).

“I have known many of the Elphbergs,” said he, “and I have seen you (я знал многих Эльфбергов и я видел вас). And, happen what may, you have borne yourself as a wise King and a brave man (и, что бы ни случилось, вы вели себя как мудрый король и храбрый человек; to bear oneself – вести себя); ay, and you have proved as courteous a gentleman and as gallant a lover (да, и доказали, что вы такой же учтивый джентльмен и галантный кавалер) as any that have been of the House (как любой другой из этого рода).”

“On my faith and honour, and by the fear of God, I swear it! And may Almighty God preserve your Majesty, for I think that you go on an errand of danger.”

“I hope that no life more precious than mine may be demanded,” said I, rising. Then I held out my hand to him.

“Marshal,” I said, “in days to come, it may be – I know not – that you will hear strange things of the man who speaks to you now. Let him be what he may, and who he may, what say you of the manner in which he has borne himself as King in Strelsau?”

The old man, holding my hand, spoke to me, man to man.

“I have known many of the Elphbergs,” said he, “and I have seen you. And, happen what may, you have borne yourself as a wise King and a brave man; ay, and you have proved as courteous a gentleman and as gallant a lover as any that have been of the House.”

“Be that my epitaph,” said I (да будет это моей эпитафией, – сказал я), “when the time comes that another sits on the throne of Ruritania (когда придет время другому сесть на трон Руритании).”

“God send a far day (пусть Господь нескоро пошлет вам /этот/ день: «Бог /да/ пошлет отдаленный день»), and may I not see it (и да не увижу я его; may – мочь, иметь возможность; пусть, да /в воскл. предложениях выраж. пожелание/)!” said he.

I was much moved, and the Marshal’s worn face twitched (я был весьма тронут, морщинистое лицо маршала подергивалось; worn – изношенный, потертый). I sat down and wrote my order (я сел и написал свой указ).

“I can hardly yet write,” said I; “my finger is stiff still (я едва могу писать, мой палец все еще не гнется).”

It was, in fact, the first time that I had ventured to write more than a signature (это был, фактически, первый раз, когда я отважился написать больше, чем свое имя: «подпись»); and in spite of the pains I had taken to learn the King’s hand (и несмотря на все усилия, которые я предпринимал, чтобы выучить почерк короля), I was not yet perfect in it (я пока еще не преуспел в этом: «я еще не был в этом безупречен»).

“Indeed, sire,” he said, “it differs a little from your ordinary handwriting (в самом деле, сир, обычно у вас немного другой почерк: «это немного отличается от вашего обычного почерка»). It is unfortunate, for it may lead to a suspicion of forgery (это нехорошо, поскольку это может привести к подозрению в подлоге; unfortunate – несчастный; неудачный).”

“Marshal,” said I, with a laugh, “what use are the guns of Strelsau (маршал, – сказал я, усмехнувшись, – какой прок в пушках Стрелсо), if they can’t assuage a little suspicion (если они не могут успокоить легкое подозрение)?”

He smiled grimly, and took the paper (он мрачно улыбнулся и взял бумагу; grim – жестокий, беспощадный; мрачный, зловещий).

“Colonel Sapt and Fritz von Tarlenheim go with me,” I continued (полковник Сэпт и Фриц фон Тарленхайм едут со мной, – продолжал я).

“Be that my epitaph,” said I, “when the time comes that another sits on the throne of Ruritania.”

“God send a far day, and may I not see it!” said he.

I was much moved, and the Marshal’s worn face twitched. I sat down and wrote my order.

“I can hardly yet write,” said I; “my finger is stiff still.”

It was, in fact, the first time that I had ventured to write more than a signature; and in spite of the pains I had taken to learn the King’s hand, I was not yet perfect in it.

“Indeed, sire,” he said, “it differs a little from your ordinary handwriting. It is unfortunate, for it may lead to a suspicion of forgery.”

“Marshal,” said I, with a laugh, “what use are the guns of Strelsau, if they can’t assuage a little suspicion?”