Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Heknewthatafterthethirdturninghewouldbeabletogropeforarevolvingdoor,behindwhichtherewasaladderleadingdowntothecellar.Hewassurethathispersecutorwouldbeunabletostopintime,wouldrunonandsteponatrapdoorthroughwhichhewouldfallandlandinthepigsty.Hewasequallysurethat–bruised,coveredinshitandmauledbythepigs–hispersecutorwouldgiveupthechase.

           Dandilionwasmistaken,aswasusuallythecasewheneverhewastooconfident.Somethingflashedasuddenbluebehindhisbackandthepoetfelthislimbsgrownumb,lifelessandstiff.Hecouldn’tslowdownfortherevolvingdoor,hislegswouldn’tobeyhim.Heyelledandrolleddownthestairs,bumpingagainstthewallsofthelittlecorridor.Thetrapdooropenedbeneathhimwithadrycrackandthetroubadourtumbleddownintothedarknessandstench.Beforethumpinghisheadonthedirtfloorandlosingconsciousness,herememberedMamaLantierisayingsomethingaboutthepigstybeingrepaired.

           Thepaininhisconstrictedwristsandshoulders,cruellytwistedintheirjoints,broughthimbacktohissenses.Hewantedtoscreambutcouldn’t;itfeltasthoughhismouthhadbeenstuckupwithclay.Hewaskneelingonthedirtfloorwithacreakingropehaulinghimupbyhiswrists.Hetriedtostand,wantingtoeasethepressureonhisshoulders,buthislegs,too,weretiedtogether.Chokingandsuffocatinghesomehowstruggledtohisfeet,helpedconsiderablybytheropewhichtuggedmercilesslyathim.