Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Forwhom?"sheaskedbriefly,stillgazingatCoën.

           "Him,"saidVesemir.

           "Andme,"Geraltadded.Andsmiled.

           "Whenshewokeup—"

           "Sherememberednothing.Andwedidn’taskheranyquestions."

           "Quiteso.Astotheprophecy...

           Wasitspecific?Detailed?"

           "No."Geraltlookedherstraightintheeyes."Confused.Don’taskaboutit,Triss.WearenotworriedbythecontentsofCiri’spropheciesandravingsbutaboutwhathappenstoher.We’renotafraidforourselvesbut—"

           "Careful,"warnedVesemir."Don’ttalkaboutitinfrontofher."

           Coënapproachedthetablecarryingthegirlpiggy-back.

           "Wisheverybodygoodnight,Ciri,"hesaid."Saygoodnighttothosenightowls.We’regoingtosleep.It’snearlymidnight.Inaminuteit’llbetheendofMidinváerne.Asoftomorrow,everydaybringsspringcloser!"

           "I’mthirsty."CirislippedoffhisbackandreachedforEskel’schalice.Eskeldeftlymovedthevesselbeyondherreachandgrabbedajugofwater.Trissstoodquickly.

           "Hereyouare."Shegaveherhalf-fullchalicetothegirlwhilemeaningfullysqueezingGeralt’sarmandlookingVesemirintheeye."Drink."

           "Triss,"whisperedEskel,watchingCiridrinkgreedily,"whatareyoudoing?It’s—"

           "Notaword,please."

           Theydidnothavetowaitlongforittotakeeffect.Cirisuddenlygrewrigid,criedout,andsmiledabroad,happysmile.Shesqueezedhereyelidsshutandstretchedoutherarms.Shelaughed,spunapirouetteanddancedontiptoes.