Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Hey,youthere!Threetothehorses,saddle

           thesparemounts!Geralt,willyoursickwomanholdupinthesaddle?"

           "Notreally.That’swhyIhadtoleaveherthere."

           "Getthesheepskin,canvassheetandtwopolesfromthewagon!Quick!"

           VilfridWenck,crossinghisarms,hawkedloudly.

           "We’reonthetrail,"YarpenZigrinsaidsharply,withoutlookingathim."Youdon’trefusehelpontheTrail."

           "Damnit."YarpenremovedhispalmfromTriss’sforehead."She’sashotasafurnace.Idon’tlikeit.Whatifit’styphoidordysentery?"

           "Itcan’tbetyphoidordysentery,"Geraltliedwithconviction,wrappingthehorseblanketsaroundthesickwoman."Wizardsareimmunetothosediseases.It’sfoodpoisoning,nothingcontagious."

           "Hmm…Well,allright.I’llrummagethroughthebags.Iusedtohavesomegoodmedicinefortheruns,maybethere’sstillalittleleft."

           "Ciri,"mutteredthewitcher,passingherasheepskinunstrappedfromthehorse,"gotosleep,you’rebarelyonyourfeet.No,notinthewagon.We’llputTrissinthewagon.Youliedownnexttothefire."

           No,"sheprotestedquietly,watchingthedwarfwalkaway.Tmgoingtoliedownnexttoher.Whentheyseeyoukeepingmeawayfromher,theywon’tbelieveyou.They’llthinkit’scontagiousandchaseusaway,likethesoldiersinthefort.