Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 3
I’mafraidofpainanddeathtoo,evenmoresonowthanIwasthen–Ihavegoodreason.Asformotivation,itseemstomethatbackthenIhadjustaslittleasyou.WhyshouldI,amagician,careaboutthefatesofSodden,Brugge,Cintraorotherkingdoms?Theproblemsofhavingmoreorlesscompetentrulers?Theinterestsofmerchantsandbarons?Iwasamagician.I,too,couldhavesaiditwasn’tmywar,thatIcouldmixelixirsfortheNilfgaardiansontheruinsoftheworld.ButIstoodonthatHillnexttoVilgefortz,nexttoArtaudTerranova,nexttoFercart,nexttoEnidFindabairandPhilippaEilhart,nexttoyourYennefer.Nexttothosewhonolongerexist–Coral,Yoël,Vanielle...TherewasamomentwhenoutofsheerterrorIforgotallmyspellsexceptforone–andthankstothatspellIcouldhaveteleportedmyselffromthathorrificplacebackhome,tomytinylittletowerinMaribor.Therewasamoment,whenIthrewupfromfear,whenYenneferandCoralheldmeupbytheshouldersandhair—"
"Stop.Please,stop."
"No,Geralt.Iwon’t.Afterall,youwanttoknowwhathappenedthere,ontheHill.Solisten–therewasadinandflames,therewereflamingarrowsandexplodingballsoffire,therewerescreamsandcrashes,andIsuddenlyfoundmyselfonthegroundonapileofcharred,smokingrags,andIrealisedthatthepileofragswasYoëlandthatthingnexttoher,thatawfulthing,thattrunkwithnoarmsandnolegswhichwasscreamingsohorrificallywasCoral.
