Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Youcan’ttalk,"Rienceconfirmed,stillsmilingloathsomely,"andithurts,doesn’tit?Forthemoment,youshouldknowI’mhavingyoustrunguplikethisformyownpleasure–justbecauseIlovewatchingpeoplesuffer.Goon,justalittlehigher."

           Dandilionwaswheezingsohardhealmostchoked.

           "Enough,"Riencefinallyordered,thenapproachedthepoetandgrabbedhimbyhisshirtruffles."Listentome,youlittlecock.I’mgoingtoliftthespellsoyoucantalk.Butifyoutrytoraiseyourcharmingvoiceanylouderthannecessary,you’llbesorry."

           Hemadeagesturewithhishand,touchedthepoet’scheekwithhisringandDandilionfeltsensationreturntohisjaw,tongueandpalate.

           "Now,"Riencecontinuedquietly,"Iamgoingtoaskyouafewquestionsandyouaregoingtoanswerthemquickly,fluentlyandcomprehensively.Andifyoustammerorhesitateevenforamoment,ifyougivemetheslightestreasontodoubtthetruthofyourwords,then...Lookdown."

           Dandilionobeyed.Hediscoveredtohishorrorthatashortropehadbeentiedtotheknotsaroundhisankles,withabucketfulloflimeattachedtotheotherend.

           "IfIhaveyoupulledanyhigher,"Riencesmiledcruelly,"andthisbucketliftswithyou,thenyouwillprobablyneverregainthefeelinginyourhands.Afterthat,Idoubtyouwillbecapableofplayinganythingonalute.Ireallydoubtit.SoIthinkyou’lltalktome.AmIright?"

           Dandiliondidn’tagreebecausehecouldn’tmovehisheadorfindhisvoiceoutofsheerfright.