Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 4
ButifIrunafever…Itcouldbe…dysentery.Orparatyphoid."
"Aren’tyouimmune?"
Trissturnedherheadawaywithoutreplying,bitherlipandcurledupeventighter.Thewitcherdidnotpursuethequestion.
HavingallowedhertorestforawhiletheyhauledtheenchantressontoRoach’ssaddle.Geraltsatbehindher,supportingherwithbothhands,whileCirirodebesidethem,holdingthereinsandleadingTriss’sgelding.Theydidnotevenmanageamile.TheenchantresskeptfallingfromGeralt’shands;shecouldnotstayinthesaddle.Suddenlyshestartedtremblingconvulsively,and
instantlyburnedwithafever.Thegastritishadgrownworse.Geralttoldhimselfthatitwasanallergicreactiontothetracesofmagicinhiswitcher’selixir.Hetoldhimselfthat.Buthedidnotbelieveit.
"Oh,sir,"saidthesergeant,"youhavenotcomeatagoodtime.Indeed,youcouldnothavearrivedataworsemoment."
Thesergeantwasright.Geraltcouldneithercontestitnorargue.
Thefortguardingthebridge,wheretherewouldusuallybethreesoldiers,astable-boy,atoll-collectorand–atmost–afewpassers-by,wasswarmingwithpeople.ThewitchercountedoverthirtylightlyarmedsoldierswearingthecoloursofKaedwenandagoodfiftyshieldbearers,campingaroundthelowpalisade.
