Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Geralt,"whisperedCiri,"aretheygoingtoletustravelonthewagon?"

           "We’llsee."Hebithislip."Sleepwhileyoucan.Rest."

           Hejumpeddownoffthewagon.Ciriheardthesoundofthecamppackingup–horsesstamping,harnessesringing,polessqueaking,swingle-treesgrating,andtalkingandcursing.Andthen,nearby,YarpenZigrin’shoarsevoiceandthecalmvoiceofthetallmancalledWenck.AndthecoldvoiceofGeralt.Sheraisedherselfandcarefullypeeredoutfrombehindthecanvas.

           "Ihavenocategoricalinterdictionsonthismatter,"declaredWenck.

           "Excellent."Thedwarfbrightened."Sothematter’ssettled?"

           Thecommissarraisedhishandalittle,indicatingthathehadnotyetfinished.Hewassilentforawhile,andGeraltandYarpinwaitedpatiently.

           "Nevertheless,"Wencksaidfinally,"whenitcomestothesafearrivalofthiscaravan,it’smyheadontheline."

           Againhesaidnothing.Thistimenooneinterrupted.Therewasnoquestionaboutit–onehadtogetusedtolongintervalsbetweensentenceswhenspeakingtothecommissar.

           "Foritssafearrival,"hecontinuedafteramoment."Andforitstimelyarrival.Caringforthissickwomanmightslowdownthemarch."

           "We’reaheadofscheduleontheroute,"Yarpenassuredhim,afterasignificantpause.We’reaheadoftime,Wenck,sir,wewon’tmissthedeadline.