Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Bythepowerofthespheres,"moanedthemagician,activatingwhatlittleremainedofherstrengthanddrawingherhandthroughtheair,"Ithrowaspellonyoubywater,fire,earthandair.Iconjureyouinthought,indreamandindeath,byallthatwas,bywhatisandbywhatwillbe.Icastmyspellonyou.Whoareyou?Speak!"

           Ciriturnedherheadaway.Thevisionofthestaircaseleadingdownintothedepthsoftheabyssdisappeared,dissolved,andinitsplaceappearedagrey,leadensea,foaming,crestsofwavesbreaking.Andtheseagull’scriesburstthroughthesilenceoncemore.

           "Fly,"saidthevoice,throughthegirl’slips."Itistime.Gobacktowhereyoucamefrom,FourteenthoftheHill.Flyonthewingsofagullandlistentothecryofotherseagulls.Listencarefully!"

           "Iconjureyou—"

           "Youcannot.Fly,seagull!"

           Andsuddenlythewetsaltyairwasthereagain,roaringwiththegale,andtherewastheflight,aflightwithnobeginningandnoend.Seagullscriedwildly,criedandcommanded.

           Triss?

           Ciri?

           Forgetabouthim!Don’ttorturehim!Forget!Forget,Triss!

           Forget!

           Triss!Triss!Trisss!

           "Triss!"

           Sheopenedhereyes,tossedherheadonthepillowandmovedhernumbhands.

           "Geralt?"

           "I’mhere.Howareyoufeeling?"

           Shecasthereyesaround.Shewasinherchamber,lyingonthebed.OnthebestbedinthewholeofKaerMorhen.

           "WhatishappeningtoCiri?"

           "Sheisasleep."

           "Howlong—"

           "Toolong,"heinterrupted.Hecoveredherwiththeduvetandputhisarmsaroundher.