Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Thisisnotthetimeforyourchildishspitefulness.Itdoesn’tamuseus.Itworriesandupsetsus.Yes,therewasasecondtime,too,andathird.Cirifell,quitebyaccident,duringanexercise.Shelostconsciousness.Whensheregainedit,shehadfallenintoanothertrance.Andonceagainshespokenonsense.Againitwasnothervoice.Andagainitwasincomprehensible.ButIhaveheardsimilarvoicesbefore,heardasimilarwayofspeaking.It’showthosepoor,sick,dementedwomenknownasoraclesspeak.YouseewhatI’mthinking?"

           "Clearly.Thatwasthesecondtime,gettothethird."

           Geraltwipedhisbrow,suddenlybeadedwithsweat,onhisforearm."Cirioftenwakesupatnight,"hecontinued."Shouting.Shehasbeenthroughalot.ShedoesnotwanttotalkaboutitbutitisclearthatshesawthingsnochildshouldseeinCintraandAngren.Ievenfearthat...thatsomeoneharmedher.Itcomesbacktoherindreams.Usuallysheiseasytoreassureandshefallsasleepwithoutanyproblem...Butonce,afterwaking...shewasinatranceagain.Sheagainspokewithsomeoneelse’s,unpleasant,menacingvoice.Shespokeclearlyandmadesense.Sheprophesied.Foresawthefuture.Andwhatsheforetold..."

           "What?What,Geralt?"

           "Death,"Vesemirsaidgently."Death,child."

           TrissglancedatCiri,whowasshrillyaccusingCoënofcheating.Coënputhisarmsaroundherandburstoutlaughing.Themagiciansuddenlyrealisedthatshehadnever,upuntilnow,heardanyofthewitcherslaugh.