Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Heslippedunseenintothegarret,clamberedoutbythewindowvent,sliddownbywayofthegutterontotheroofofthelibrary,and–nearlybreakinghisleg–jumpedacrossontotheroofofthedissectingtheatre.Fromtherehegotintothegardenadjacenttothewall.Amidstthedensegooseberrybusheshefoundaholewhichhehimselfhadmadebiggerwhenastudent.BeyondtheholelaythetownofOxenfurt.

           Hemergedintothecrowd,thenquicklysneakeddownthebackstreets,dodginglikeaharechasedbyhounds.Whenhereachedthecoachhousehewaitedagoodhalfhour,hiddenintheshadows.Notspottinganythingsuspicious,heclimbedtheladdertothethatchandleapedontotheroofofthehousebelongingtoWolfgangAmadeusGoatbeard,abrewerheknew.Grippingthemoss-coveredrooftiles,hefinallyarrivedatthewindowoftheattichewasaimingfor.Anoillampwasburninginsidethelittleroom.Perchedprecariouslyontheguttering,Dandilionknockedontheleadframes.Thewindowwasnotlockedandgavewayattheslightestpush.

           "Geralt!Hey,Geralt!"

           "Dandilion?Wait…Don’tcomein,please…"

           "What’sthat,don’tcomein?Whatdoyoumean,don’tcomein?"Thepoetpushedthewindow."You’renotaloneorwhat?Areyoubeddingsomeonerightnow?"

           Neitherreceivingnorwaitingforananswerheclamberedontothesill,knockingovertheapplesandonionslyingonit.