Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           ApopularsayingatKingVizimir’scourtheldthatifDijkstrastatesitisnoonyetdarknessreignsallaround,itistimetostartworryingaboutthefateofthesun.

           Atpresent,however,thepoethadotherreasonstoworry.

           "Dandilion,"saidDijkstrasleepily,crossingthecachalotsoverthewhale,"youthick-headedhalfwit.Youunmitigateddunce.Doyouhavetospoileverythingyoutouch?Couldn’tyou,justonceinyourlife,dosomethingright?Iknowyoucan’tthinkforyourself.Iknowyou’realmostforty,lookalmostthirty,thinkyou’rejustovertwentyandactasthoughyou’rebarelyten.Andbeingawareofthis,Iusuallyfurnishyouwithpreciseinstructions.Itellyouwhatyouhavetodo,whenyouhavetodoitandhowyou’retogoaboutit.AndIregularlygettheimpressionthatI’mtalkingtoastonewall."

           "I,ontheotherhand,"retortedthepoet,feigninginsolence,"regularlyhavetheimpressionthatyoutalksimplytoexerciseyourlipsandtongue.Sogettothepoint,andeliminatethefiguresofspeechandfruitlessrhetoric.Whatareyougettingatthistime?"

           Theyweresittingatalargeoaktableamongstbookshelvescrammedwithvolumesandpiledwithrollsofparchment,onthetopfloorofthevice-chancellor’soffices,inleasedquarterswhichDijkstrahadamusinglynamedtheFacultyofMostContemporaryHistoryandDandilioncalledtheFacultyofComparativeSpyingandAppliedSabotage.