Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Cirilla,knownasCiri,wasthedaughterofthisdrownedPavetta,"explainedthered-hairedman."Calanthe’sgranddaughter.Shewasnottheprincessherself,butthedaughterofthePrincessofCintra.ShewastheChildSurprisedestinedforthewitcher,themantowhom–evenbeforeshewasborn–thequeenhadsworntohandhergranddaughterover,justasMasterDandilionhassung.Butthewitchercouldneitherfindhernorcollecther.Andhereourpoethasmissedthetruth."

           "Ohyes,he’smissedthetruthindeed,"buttedinasinewyyoungmanwho,judgingbyhisclothes,wasajourneymanonhistravelspriortocraftinghismasterpieceandpassinghismaster’sexams."Thewitcher’sdestinybypassedhim:CirillawaskilledduringthesiegeofCintra.Beforethrowingherselffromthetower,QueenCalanthekilledtheprincess’sdaughterwithherownhand,topreventherfromfallingintotheNilfgaardians’clawsalive."

           "Itwasn’tlikethat.Notlikethatatall!"objectedthered-hairedman."Theprincess’sdaughterwaskilledduringthemassacrewhiletryingtoescapefromthetown."

           "Onewayoranother,"shoutedIronware,"thewitcherdidn’tfindCirilla!Thepoetlied!"

           "Butliedbeautifully,"saidtheelfinthetoque,snugglinguptothetall,fair-hairedelf.

           "It’snotaquestionofpoetrybutoffacts!"shoutedthejourneyman."Itellyou,theprincess’sdaughterdiedbyhergrandmother’shand.