Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Youshouldknow,Ciri,"saidYarpen,"thatmygrandmotherknewhermedicinelikenobody’sbusiness.Unfortunately,shebelievedthatthesourceofmostdiseaseisidleness,andidlenessisbestcuredthroughtheapplicationofastick.AsfarasmysiblingsandIwereconcerned,shechieflyusedthiscurepreventively.Shebeatusforanythingandfornothing.Shewasarareoldhag.Andoncewhen,outoftheblue,shegavemeachunkofbreadwithdrippingandsugar,itwassuchasurprisethatIdroppeditinastonishment,drippingdown.Somygrangavemeathrashing,thenastyoldbitch.Andthenshegavemeanotherchunkofbread,onlywithoutthesugar."

           "Mygrandmother,"Cirinoddedinunderstanding,"thrashedmeonce,too.Withaswitch."

           "Aswitch?"Thedwarflaughed."Minewhackedmeoncewithapickaxehandle.Butthat’senoughreminiscing,wehavetorollthepellets.Here,tearthisupandmoulditintolittleballs."

           "Whatisit?It’sstickyandmessy…Eeeuuggh…Whatastink!"

           "It’smouldyoil-mealbread.Excellentmedicine.Rollitintolittlehalls.Smaller,smaller,they’reforamagician,notacow.Givemeone.Good.Nowwe’regoingtorolltheballinmedicine."

           "Eeeeuuuugggghh!"

           "Stinks?"Thedwarfbroughthisupturnednoseclosertotheclaypot."Impossible.Crushedgarlicandbittersalthasnorighttoslink,evenifit’sahundredyearsold."

           "It’sfoul,uugghh.