Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 4
Andsoshecouldtouchthewet,sweet-smellingleaves…
Shedismounted,threwthereinsoverasnaginatreeandslowlystrolledamongthejuniperswhichcoveredthehill.Ontheothersideofthehillwasanopenspace,gapinginthethickoftheforestlikeaholebittenoutofthetrees–left,nodoubt,afterafirewhichhadragedhereaverylongtimeago,fortherewasnosignofblackenedorcharredremains,everywherewasgreenwithlowbirchesandlittlefirtrees.Thetrail,asfarastheeyecouldsee,seemedclearandpassable.
Andsafe.
Whataretheyafraidof?shethought.TheScoia’tael?Butwhatwastheretobeafraidof?I’mnotfrightenedofelves.Ihaven’tdoneanythingtothem.
Elves.TheSquirrels.Scoia’tael.
BeforeGeralthadorderedhertoleave,Cirihadmanagedtotakealookatthecorpsesinthefort.Sherememberedoneinparticular–hisfacecoveredbyhairstucktogetherwithdarkenedblood,hisneckunnaturallytwistedandbent.Pulledbackinaghastly,setgrimace,hisupperliprevealedteeth,verywhiteandverytiny,non-human.Sherememberedtheelf’sboots,ruinedandreachinguptotheknees,lacedatthebottomandfastenedatthetopwithmanywroughtbuckles.
Elveswhokillhumansanddieinbattlesthemselves.
