Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Ihavetoknowtheanswer.It’sincrediblyimportanttome.Toyou,too,believeme,becauseifyouanswerofyourownfreewillthen—"

           "Thenwhat?"

           Ahide-ousgrimacecreptoverRience’snarrowlips.

           "ThenIwon’thavetoforceyoutospeak."

           "Nowlisten,youscoundrel."Dandilionstoodupandpretendedtopullathreateningface."Iloatheviolenceandforce,butI’mgoingtocallMamaLantieriinaminuteandshewillcallacertainGruzilawhofulfilsthehonourableandresponsibleroleofbouncerinthisestablishment.Heisatrueartistinhisfield.He’llkickyourarsesohardyou’llsoaroverthetownroofswithsuchmagnificencethatthefewpeoplepassingbyatthishourwilltakeyouforaPegasus."

           Riencemadeanabruptgestureandsomethingglistenedinhishand.

           "Areyousure,"heasked,"you’llhavetimetocallher?"

           Dandilionhadnointentionofcheckingifhewouldhavetime.Nordidheintendtowait.BeforethestilettohadlockedinRience’shandDandilionhadtakenalongleaptothecorneroftheroom,divedunderthenymphtapestry,kickedopenasecretdoorandrushedheadlongdownthewindingstairs,nimblysteeringhimselfwiththeaidofthewell-wornbanisters.Riencedartedafterhim,butthepoetwassureofhimself–heknewthesecretpassagelikethebackofhishand,havinguseditnumeroustimestofleecreditors,jealoushusbandsandfuriousrivalsfromwhomhehad,fromtimetotime,stolenrhymesandtunes.