Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Shethrewthemoff,unabletobeartheirunpleasantweightandtheirstingingagainstherskin.Shefoundithardtobreathe.Herthroatwasdryandhernosealmostcompletelyblockedwithclotsofblood.Buttheelixirsandspellshadworked–thepainwhichhadexplodedwithinherskullanddimmedhersightafewhoursagohaddisappearedandgivenwaytoadullthrobbingandasensationofpressureonhertemples.

           Carefullyshetouchedhernosewiththebackofherhand.Itwasnolongerbleeding.

           WhatastrangedreamIhad,shethought.Thefirstdreamformanydays.ThefirstwhereIwasn’tafraid.Thefirstwhichwasn’taboutme.Iwasan…observer.Isaweverythingasiffromabove,fromhighup…AsifIwereabird…Anightbird…

           AdreaminwhichIsawGeralt.

           Inthedreamitwasnight.Andtherain,whichfurrowedthesurfaceofthecanal,spatteredontheshingleroofsandthatchesofsheds,glistenedontheplanksoffoot-bridgesandthedecksofboatsandbarges…AndGeraltwasthere.Notalone.Therewasamanwithhiminafunnyhatwithafeather,limpfromthedamp.Andaslimgirlinagreencloakwithahood…Allthreewerewalkingslowlyandcarefullyalongawetfoot-bridge…AndIsawthemfromabove.AsifIwereabird.Anightbird…

           Geralthadstoppedshort."Isitstillfar?"hehadasked."No,"theslimgirlhadanswered,shakingthewateroffhergreencloak.