Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Lambertmovedthestoolawayinaflash,leavingCoënstandingbetweenthedancinggirlandthehearth.

           Trissjumpedupandtoreanamuletfromherpouch–asapphiresetinsilveronathinchain.Shesqueezedittightlyinherhand.

           "Child..."groanedVesemir."Whatareyoudoing?"

           "IknowwhatI’mdoing,"shesaidsharply."CirihasfallenintoatranceandIamgoingtocontactherpsychically.Iamgoingtoenterher.Itoldyou,sheissomethinglikeamagicaltransmitter–I’vegottoknowwhatsheistransmitting,how,andfromwheresheisdrawingtheaura,howsheistransformingit.It’sMidinváerne,afavourablenightforsuchanundertaking..."

           "Idon’tlikeit."Geraltfrowned."Idon’tlikeitatall."

           "Shouldeitherofussufferanepilepticfit,"themagiciansaidignoringhiswords,"youknowwhattodo.Astickbetweenourteeth,holdusdown,waitforittopass.Chinup,boys.I’vedonethisbefore."

           Ciriceaseddancing,sanktoherknees,extendedherarmsandrestedherheadonherlap.Trisspressedthenowwarmamulettohertempleandmurmuredtheformulaofaspell.Sheclosedhereyes,concentratedherwillpowerandgaveoutaburstofmagic.

           Thesearoared,wavesthunderedagainsttherockyshoreandexplodedinhighgeysersamidsttheboulders.Sheflappedherwings,chasingthesaltywind.