Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Doyouknowwhatananalogyis?"

           "Ofcourse,"liedCiri,pickingabladeofgrassfromthebuckleofhershoe.

           "Ifthehistoryofpastwars"–theboystaredattheceiling-’weretobelaidoverpresentpoliticalgeography,itiseasytogaugethatminorborderincidents,suchastheoneinDolAngra,arefortuitousandinsignificant.You,asastudentofmagic,must,nodoubt,beacquaintedwiththepresentpoliticalgeography?"

           Cirididnotreply.Lostinthought,sheskimmedthroughtheparchmentslyingonthetableandturnedafewpagesofthehugeleather-boundvolume.

           "Leavethatalone.Don’ttouchit."Jarrewasworried."It’sanexceptionallyvaluableanduniquework."

           "I’mnotgoingtoeatit."

           "Yourhandsaredirty."

           "They’recleanerthanyours.Listen,doyouhaveanymapshere?"

           "Ido,butthey’rehiddeninthechest,"saidtheboyquickly,butseeingCiripullaface,hesighed,pushedthescrollsofparchmentoffthechest,liftedthelidandstartedtorummagethroughthecontents.Ciri,wrigglinginthechairandswingingherlegs,carriedonflickingthroughthebook.Frombetweenthepagessuddenlyslippedaloosepagewithapictureofawoman,completelynakedwithherhaircurledintoringlets,entangledinanembracewithacompletelynakedbeardedman.Hertonguestickingout,thegirlspentalongtimeturningtheetchingaround,unabletomakeoutwhichwayupitshouldbe.