Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Ciriwas,afterall,amountedforaynow,apatrol,anadvanceguard.Ha,shethought,lookingaround,thesafetyoftheentireconvoydependsonmenow.They’reallwaitingimpatientlyformetoreturnandreport:thewayisclearandpassable,Ididn’tseeanyone–therearenotracesofwheelsorhooves.I’llreportit,andthinMasterWenckwithhiscold,blueeyeswillnodhisheadgravely,YarpenZigrinwillbarehisyellow,horseteeth,PaulieDahlbergwillshout:"Welldone,littleone!’,andGeraltwillsmilefaintly.He’llsmile,althoughheveryrarelysmilesrecently.

           Cirilookedaroundandtookamentalnote.Twofelledbirches-noproblem.Aheapofbranches–nothingthewagonscouldn’tpass.Acleftwashedoutbytherain–asmallobstacle,thewheelsofthefirstwagonwillrunoverit,theotherswillfollowintheruts.Ahugeclearing–agoodplaceforarest…

           Traces?Whattracescantherebehere?There’snoonehere.There’stheforest.Therearebirdsscreechingamidstfresh,greenleaves.Aredfoxrunsleisurelyacrossthepath…Andeverythingsmellsofspring.

           Thetrackbrokeoffhalfwayupthehill,disappearedinthesandyravine,woundthroughthecrookedpineswhichclungtotheslopes.Ciriabandonedthepathand,wantingtoscrutinisetheareafromaheight,climbedthesteepslope.