Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 3
"Itistherose,"thegirlsaidcalmly."TheroseofShaerrawedd.Iprickedmyself.Itisnothing.Itisonlyblood.Thebloodofelves..."
Theskygrewevendarker,then,amomentlater,flaredwiththesharp,blindingglareoflightning.Everythingfrozeinthesilenceandstillness.Trisstookastep,wantingtomakesureshecould.ShestoppednexttoCiriandsawthatbothofthemstoodontheedgeofabottomlesschasmwherereddishsmoke,glowingasthoughitwaslitfrombehind,wasswirling.Theflashofanothersoundlessboltoflightningsuddenlyrevealedalong,marblestaircaseleadingintothedepthsoftheabyss.
"Ithastobethisway,"Cirisaidinashakyvoice."Thereisnoother.Onlythis.Downthestairs.Ithastobethiswaybecause...Va’essedeireádhaepeigean..."
"Speak,"whisperedthemagician."Speak,child."
"TheChildofElderBlood...Feainnewedd...LunedaepHenIchaer...Deithwen...TheWhiteFlame...No,no...No!"
"Ciri!"
"Theblackknight...withfeathersinhishelmet...Whatdidhedotome?Whathappened?Iwasfrightened...I’mstillfrightened.It’snotended,itwillneverend.Thelioncubmustdie...Reasonsofstate...No...No..."
"Ciri!"
"No!"Thegirlturnedrigidandsqueezedhereyelidsshut."No,no,Idon’twantto!Don’ttouchme!"
Ciri’sfacesuddenlychanged,hardened;hervoicebecamemetallic,coldandhostile,resoundingwiththreatening,cruelmockery.
