Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Silence,Vilfrid!Hey,quicknow,bringthestretcher!Stretcher!"

           "Noneed,"themagiciansaidhollowly,gazingatWenck’slipswherenomorebubblesappeared.CiriturnedawayandpressedherfacetoGeralt’sside.

           Fredegarddrewhimselfup.YarpenZigrindidnotlookathim.Hewaslookingatthedead.AtReganDahlbergstillkneelingoverhisbrother.

           "Itwasnecessary,Zigrin,"saidtheknight."Thisiswar.Therewasanorder.Wehadtobesure…"

           Yarpendidnotsayanything.Theknightloweredhiseyes.

           "Forgiveus,"hewhispered.

           Thedwarfslowlyturnedhishead,lookedathim.AtGeralt.AtCiri.Atthemall.Thehumans.

           "Whathaveyoudonetous?"heaskedbitterly."Whathaveyoudonetous?Whathaveyoumadeofus?"

           Nooneansweredhim.

           Theeyesofthelong-leggedelfwereglassyanddull.Hercontortedlipswerefrozeninasoundlesscry.

           GeraltputhisarmsaroundCiri.Slowly,heunpinnedthewhiterose,spatteredwithdarkstains,fromherjerkinand,withoutaword,threwitontheSquirrel’sbody.

           "Farewell,"whisperedCiri."Farewell,RoseofShaerrawedd.Farewelland…"

           "Andforgiveus,"addedthewitcher