Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Andthoughwedonotrespectourmother,thoughweoftenworryherandcauseherpain,thoughwebreakherheart,shelovesus.Lovesusall.Letusrememberthat,wewhoareassembledhereinthisSeatofFriendship.Andletusnotbickeroverwhichofuswasherefirst:AcornwasthefirsttobethrownupbythewavesandfromAcornsproutedtheGreatBleobheris,theoldestofoaks.Standingbeneathitscrown,amongstitsprimordialroots,letusnotforgetourownbrotherlyroots,theearthfromwhichtheserootsgrow.LetusrememberthewordsofPoetDandilion’ssong—"

           "Exactly!"exclaimedVeraLoewenhaupt."Andwhereishe?"

           "He’sfled,"ascertainedSheldonSkaggs,gazingattheemptyplaceundertheoak."Takenthemoneyandfledwithoutsayinggoodbye.Veryelf-like!"

           "Dwarf-like!"squealedIronware.

           "Human-like,"correctedthetallelf,andthebeautyinthetoquerestedherheadagainsthisshoulder.

           "Hey,minstrel,"saidMamaLantieri,stridingintotheroomwithoutknocking,thescentsofhyacinths,sweat,beerandsmokedbaconwaftingbeforeher."You’vegotaguest.Enter,noblegentleman."

           Dandilionsmoothedhishairandsatupintheenormouscarvedarmchair.Thetwogirlssittingonhislapquicklyjumpedup,coveringtheircharmsandpullingdowntheirdisorderedclothes.Themodestyofharlots,thoughtthepoet,wasnotatallabadtitleforaballad.Hegottohisfeet,fastenedhisbeltandpulledonhisdoublet,allthewhilelookingatthenoblemanstandingatthethreshold.