Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           ThenI’lltellhim…

           "Whywastetimeandmessaboutwithblood?"Awoman’ssoftaltosuddenlyresoundedfromthesemi-darkness."Whyriskhimtwistingthetruthandlying?Allowmetotakecareofhimmyway.He’lltalksofasthe’llbitehisowntongue.Holdhimdown."

           Thecharlatanhowledandstruggledagainsthisfettersbutthewhite-hairedmancrushedhimtothefloorwithhisknee,grabbedhimbythehairandtwistedhishead.Someonekneltdownnexttothem.Hesmelledperfumeandwetbirdfeathers,feltthetouchoffingersonhistemple.Hewantedtoscreambutterrorchokedhim–allhemanagedwasacroak.

           "Youwanttoscreamalready?"Thesoftaltorightnexttohisearpurredlikeacat."Toosoon,Myhrman,toosoon.Ihaven’tstartedyet.ButIwillinamoment.Ifevolutionhastracedanygrooveat

           allinyourbrainthenI’mgoingtoploughitsomewhatdeeper.Andthenyou’llseewhatascreamcanreallybe."

           "Andso,"saidVilgefortz,havingheardthereport,"ourkingshavestartedtothinkindependently.Theyhavestartedtoplanindependently,inanamazinglyshorttimeevolvingfromthinkingonatacticalleveltoastrategicone?Interesting.Notsolongago-atSodden–alltheycoulddowasgalloparoundwithsavagecriesandswordsraisedatthevanoftheircompanywithoutevenlookingaroundtochecktheircompanyhadn’tbychancebeenleftbehind,orwasn’tgallopinginanentirelydifferentdirection.