Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 7
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Shecasthereyesaroundthechamber.Therewerefourlarge
tablespiledwithlargebooksandscrolls.Therewasonlyonechair.Alsopiledhigh.
"War?"mumbledJarre."Yes,I’veheardthoserumours…Areyouinterestedinit?You,ag-?No,don’tsitonthetable,please,I’veonlyjustgotallthedocumentsinorder…Sitonthechair.Justamoment,wait,I’lltakethosebooks…DoesLadyYenneferknowyou’rehere?"
"No."
"Hmm…OrMotherNenneke?"
Ciripulledaface.Sheknewwhathemeant.Thesixteen-year-oldJarrewasthehighpriestess’sward,beingpreparedbyhertobeaclericandchronicler.HelivedinEllanderwhereheworkedasascribeatthemunicipaltribunal,buthespentmoretimeinMelitele’ssanctuarythaninthetown,studying,copyingandilluminatingvolumesintheTemplelibraryforwholedaysandsometimesevennights.CirihadneverhearditfromNenneke’slipsbutitwaswellknownthatthehighpriestessabsolutelydidnotwantJarretohangaroundheryoungnovices.Andvice-versa.Butthenovices,however,didsneakkeenglancesattheboyandchattedfreely,discussingthevariouspossibilitiespresentedbythepresenceontheTemplegroundsofsomethingwhichworetrousers.CiriwasamazedbecauseJarrewastheexactoppositeofeverythingwhich,inhereyes,shouldrepresentanattractivemale.
