Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Shanitoldmeaboutthesnoopsfollowingyou.Youlostthem,Iunderstand?"

           "Youdon’tunderstandanything."

           "Rience?"

           "Worse."

           "InthatcaseIreallydon’tunderstand…Wait.TheRedanians?Tretogor?Dijkstra?"

           "You’veguessed."

           "That’sstillnoreason-"

           "It’sreasonenough,"interruptedDandilion."They’renotconcernedaboutRienceanymore,Geralt.They’reafterthegirlandYennefer.Dijkstrawantstoknowwheretheyare.He’sgoingtoforceyoutodiscloseittohim.Doyouunderstandnow?"

           "Idonow.Andsowe’refleeing.Doesithavetobethroughthewindow?"

           "Absolutely.Shani?Willyoumanage?"

           Thestudentofmedicinesmootheddownherrobe.

           "Itwon’tbemyfirstwindow."

           "Iwassureofthat."Thepoetscrutinisedherintently,countingonseeingablushworthyofrhymeandmetaphor.Hemiscalculated.Mirthinherhazeleyesandanimpudentsmilewereallhesaw.

           Abiggreyowlglideddowntothesillwithoutasound.Shanicriedoutquietly.Geraltreachedforhissword.

           "Don’tbesilly,Philippa,"saidDandilion.

           TheowldisappearedandPhillippaEilhartappearedinitsplace,squattingawkwardly.Themagicianimmediatelyjumpedintotheroom,smoothingdownherhairandclothes.

           "Goodevening,"shesaidcoldly."Introduceme,Dandilion.