Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Well,butit’spolitetointroduceoneself.I’mcalledYarpenZigrin.Andwhatareyoucalled,littlegoose?"

           "SomethingotherthanLittleGoose,"snarledCiriwithagleaminhereyes.

           Thedwarfchuckledandbaredhisteeth.

           "Ah."Hebowedwithexaggeration."Ibegyourforgiveness.Ididn’trecogniseyouinthedarkness.Thisisn’tagoosebutanobleyounglady.Ifallatyourfeet.Whatistheyounglady’sname,ifit’snosecret?"

           "It’snosecret.I’mCiri."

           "Ciri.Aha.Andwhoistheyounglady?"

           "That,"Ciriturnedhernoseupproudly,"isasecret."

           Yarpensnortedagain.

           "Theyounglady’slittletongueisassharpasawasp.Iftheyoungladywilldeigntoforgiveme,I’vebroughtthemedicineandalittlefood.Willtheyoungladyacceptitorwillshesendtheoldboor,YarpenZigrin,away?"

           "I’msorry…"Cirihadsecondthoughtsandloweredherhead."Trissreallydoesneedhelp,Master…Zigrin.She’sverysick.Thankyouforthemedicine."

           "It’snothing."Thedwarfbaredhisteethagainandpattedhershoulderamicably."Comeon,Ciri,youhelpme.Themedicinehastobeprepared.We’llrollsomepelletsaccordingtomygrandmother’srecipe.Nodiseasesittinginthegutswillresistthesekernels."

           Heunwrappedthebundle,extractedsomethingshapedlikeapieceofturfandasmallclayvessel.Ciriapproached,curious.