Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Thewizardspeaksthetruth!Theballadswerebeautiful.Uponmyword,honourableDandilion,ifyoueverpassnearBaldhorn,mylord’scastle,stopbywithoutamoment’shesitation.Youwillbewelcomedlikeaprince–whatamIsaying?WelcomedlikeKingVizimirhimself!Iswearonmysword,Ihaveheardmanyaminstrel,butnoneevencameclosetobeingyourequal,master.Accepttherespectandtributesthoseofusborntoknighthood,andthoseofusappointedtotheposition,paytoyourskills!"

           Flawlesslysensingtheopportunemoment,thetroubadourwinkedathisapprentice.Theboysethisluteasideandpickedupalittlecasketwhichservedasacollectionboxfortheaudience’smoremeasurableexpressionsofappreciation.Hehesitated,ranhiseyesoverthecrowd,thenreplacedthelittlecasketandgrabbedalargebucketstandingnearby.MasterDandilionbestowedanapprovingsmileontheyoungmanforhisprudence.

           "Master!"shoutedasizeablewomansittingonacart,thesidesofwhichwerepaintedwithasignfor"VeraLoewenhauptandSons,"andwhichwasfullofwickerwork.Hersons,nowheretobeseen,werenodoubtbusywastingawaytheirmother’shard-earnedfortune.