Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           AndI’mnotafraidofanything!

           Andit’sspring!

           "Hey,careful,you’llburnyourbackside!"

           YarpenZigrin.Anotherknow-it-all.Pah-pah!

           Further,further,atagallop,alongthebumpypath,throughthegreen,greengrassesandbushes,throughthesilverpuddles,throughthedampgoldensand,throughthefeatheryferns.Afrightenedfallowdeerdisappearedintothewoods,flashingtheblackandwhitelanternofitstailandrumpasitskippedaway.Birdssoaredupfromthetrees–colourfuljaysandbee-eaters,screamingblackmagpieswiththeirfunnytails.Watersplashedbeneathherhorse’shoovesinthepuddlesandtheclefts.

           Further,evenfurther!Thehorse,whichhadbeentrudgingsluggishlybehindthewagonfortoolong,carriedherjoyouslyandbriskly;happytobeallowedspeed,itranfluidly,musclesplayingbetweenherthighs,dampmanethrashingherface.ThehorseextendeditsneckasCirigaveitfreerein.Further,dearhorse,don’tfeelthebit,further,atthegallop,atthegallop,sharp,sharp!Spring!

           Sheslowedandglancedback.There,aloneatlast.Farawayatlast.Noonewasgoingtotellheroffanymore,remindherofsomething,demandherattention,threatenthatthiswouldbetheendofsuchrides.Aloneatlast,free,ateaseandindependent.

           Slower.Alighttrot.Afterall,thiswasn’tjustafunride,shealsohadresponsibilities.