Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Yeeessss,whatwasI…"theknightstammered,tuggingathisbeltwithembarrassment."Geralt,sir,Iknowwhatyouneedtodo.Crossbeyondtheriver,south.Youwillcatchupwithacaravanwhichisfollowingthetrail.Nightisjustaroundthecornerandthecaravaniscertaintostopforarest.Youwillreachitbydawn."

           "Whatkindofcaravan?"

           "Idon’tknow."Theknightshrugged."Butitisnotamerchantoranordinaryconvoy.It’stooorderly,thewagonsareallthesame,allcovered…Aroyalbailiff’s,nodoubt.IallowedthemtocrossthebridgebecausetheyarefollowingtheTrailsouth,probablytowardsthefordsontheLixela."

           "Hmmm…"Thewitcherconsideredthis,lookingatTriss."Thatwouldbeonmyway.ButwillIfindhelpthere?"

           "Maybeyes,"theknightsaidcoldly."Maybeno.Butyouwon’tfindithere,that’sforsure."

           Theydidnothearorseehimasheapproached,engrossedastheywereinconversation,sittingaroundacampfirewhich,withitsyellowlight,cadaverouslyilluminatedthecanvasofthewagonsarrangedinacircle.Geraltgentlypulleduphismareandforcedhertoneighloudly.Hewantedtowarnthecaravan,whichhadsetupcampforthenight,wantedtotemperthesurpriseofhavingvisitorsandavoidanervousreaction.Heknewfromexperiencethatthereleasemechanismsoncrossbowsdidnotlikenervousmoves.