Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "MasterDandilion,whatisthis?Areyougoingtoleaveusinsuspense?Thatcan’tbetheendofyourballad?Singtousofwhathappenednext!"

           "Songsandballads"–themusicianbowed–"neverend,dearlady,becausepoetryiseternalandimmortal,itknowsnobeginning,itknowsnoend—"

           "Butwhathappenednext?"Thetradeswomandidn’tgiveup,generouslyrattlingcoinsintothebucketDandilion’sapprenticeheldouttoher."Atleasttellusaboutit,evenifyouhavenowishtosingofit.Yoursongsmentionnonames,butweknowthewitcheryousingofisnootherthanthefamousGeraltofRivia,andtheenchantressforwhomheburnswithloveistheequallyfamousYennefer.AndtheChildSurprise,destinedforthewitcherandsworntohimfrombirth,isCirilla,theunfortunatePrincessofCintra,thetowndestroyedbytheInvaders.AmIright?"

           Dandilionsmiled,remainingenigmaticandaloof."Isingofuniversalmatters,mydear,generouslady,"hestated."Ofemotionswhichanyonecanexperience.Notaboutspecificpeople."

           "Oh,comeon!"yelledavoicefromthecrowd."EveryoneknowsthosesongsareaboutGeralttheWitcher!"

           "Yes,yes!"squealedBaronVilibert’sdaughtersinchorus,dryingtheirsoddenscarves."Singon,MasterDandilion!Whathappenednext?DidthewitcherandYennefertheEnchantressfindeachotherintheend?Anddidtheyloveeachother?Weretheyhappy?Wewanttoknow!"

           "Enough!"roaredthedwarfleaderwithagrowlinhisthroat,shakinghismightywaist-length,redbeard.