Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Thebeautiful,long-leggedelfwearinghighbootsstandinginfrontofhergrimacedfiercelyand,tossingherhairfreeofherloweredhood,raisedhersword.Theswordflashedblindingly,thebraceletsontheSquirrel’swristsglittered.

           Ciriwasinnostatetomove.

           Butthesworddidnotfall,didnotstrike.BecausetheelfwasnotlookingatCiributatthewhiterosepinnedtoherjerkin.

           "Aelirenn!"shoutedtheSquirrelloudlyasifwantingtoshatterherhesitationwiththecry.Butshewastoolate.Geralt,shovingCiriaway,slashedherbroadlyacrossthechestwithhissword.Bloodspurtedoverthegirl’sfaceandclothes,reddropsspatteredonthewhitepetalsoftherose.

           "Aelirenn…"moanedtheelfshrilly,collapsingtoherknees.Beforeshefellonherface,shemanagedtoshoutonemoretime.Loudly,lengthily,despairingly:

           "Shaerraweeeeedd!"

           Realityreturnedjustassuddenlyasithaddisappeared.Throughthemonotonous,dullhumwhichfilledherears,Ciribegantohearvoices.Throughtheflickering,wetcurtainoftears,shebegantoseethelivingandthedead.

           "Ciri,"whisperedGeraltwhowaskneelingnexttoher."Wakeup."

           "Abattle…"shemoaned,sittingup."Geralt,what-"

           "It’sallover.ThankstothetroopsfromBanGleanwhichcametoouraid.