Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Noone’sgoingtotaketheswordawayfromme!"sheshouted."Noone!Notevenyou!"

           "Comedown,"repeatedGeralt.

           Shetossedherheaddefiantlyandthenextsecondleapedoncemore.Aloosebrickslippedbeneathherfootwithagratingsound.Ciristaggered,tryingtofindherbalance.Andfailed.

           Thewitcherjumped.

           Trissraisedherhand,openinghermouthtoutteraformulaforlevitation.Sheknewshecouldn’tdoitintime.SheknewthatGeraltwouldnotmakeit.Itwasimpossible.

           Geraltdidmakeit.

           Hewasforceddowntotheground,thrownonhiskneesandback.Hefell.ButhedidnotletgoofCiri.

           Themagicianapproachedthemslowly.Sheheardthegirlwhisperandsniff.Geralttoowaswhispering.Shecouldnotmakeoutthewords.Butsheunderstoodtheirmeaning.

           Awarmwindhowledinthecrevicesofthewall.Thewitcherraisedhishead.

           "Spring,"hesaidquietly.

           "Yes,"sheacknowledged,swallowing."Thereisstillsnowinthepassesbutinthevalleys...Inthevalleys,itisalreadyspring.Shallweleave,Geralt?You,CiriandI?"

           "Yes.Itishightime."

           Upriverwesawtheirtowns,asdelicateasiftheywerewovenfromthemorningmistoutofwhichtheyloomed.Itseemedasiftheywoulddisappearamomentlater,blownawayonthewindwhichrippledthesurfaceofthewater.Therewerelittlepalaces,whiteasnenupharflowers;therewerelittletowerslookingasthoughtheywereplaitedoutofivy;therewerebridgesasairyasweepingwillows.Andtherewereotherthingsforwhichwecouldfindnowordorname