Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Ontheothersideoftheravinesomethingmovedagain;shesawasilhouetteshowfaintly,hazilyamidsttheleaves.Anelfpeeredcautiouslyfromthethicket.Havingthrownthehoodfromhishead,helookedaroundforamoment,prickeduphisearsandthen,noiselesslyandswiftly,movedalongtheridge.Afterhim,twomoreleanedout.Andthenothersmoved.Manyofthem.Insinglefile.Abouthalfwereonhorseback–theserodeslowly,straightintheirsaddles,focusedandalert.Foramomentshesawthemallclearlyandpreciselyas,inuttersilence,theyflowedacrossabrightbreachinthewalloftrees,framedagainstthebackgroundofthesky–beforetheydisappeared,dissolvedintheshimmering

           shadowsofthewildforest.Theyvanishedwithoutarustleorasound,likeghosts.Nohorsetappeditshooforsnorted,nobranchcrackedunderfootorhoof.Theweaponsslungacrossthemdidnotclang.

           TheydisappearedbutCirididnotmove.Shelayflatonthegroundunderthejuniperbush,tryingtobreatheasquietlyaspossible.Sheknewthatafrightenedbirdoranimalcouldgiveheraway,andabirdoranimalcouldbefrightenedbyanysoundormovement–eventheslightest,themostcareful.Shegotuponlywhenthewoodshadgrownperfectlycalmandthemagpieschatteredagainamongthetreeswheretheelveshaddisappeared.

           Sheroseonlytofindherselfinastronggrip.Ablack,leatherglovefellacrosshermouth,muffledthescreamoffear.

           "Bequiet.