Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 7
"I’mhere,LadyYennefer!"
Sheflewintothechamberlikeashotfromacatapultandthedoorthumpedopen,slammingagainstthewall.ShecouldhavebrokenherlegsonthestoolstandinginherwaybutCirijumped
overitdeftly,gracefullyexecutedahalf-pirouettefeigningtheslashofasword,andjoyfullylaughedathersuccessfultrick.Despiterunningbriskly,shedidnotpantbutbreathedevenlyandcalmly.Shehadmasteredbreathcontroltoperfection.
"I’mhere!"sherepeated.
"Atlast.Getundressed,andintothetub.Quick."
Theenchantressdidnotlookround,didnotturnawayfromthetable,lookedatCiriinthemirror.Slowly.Shecombedherdamp,blackcurlswhichstraightenedunderthepressureofthecombonlytospringbackamomentlaterintoshinywaves.
Thegirlunbuckledherbootsinaflash,kickedthemoff,freedherselfofherclothesandwithasplashlandedinthetub.Grabbingthesoap,shestartedtoenergeticallyscrubherforearms.
Yennefersatmotionless,staringatthewindowandtoyingwithhercomb.Cirisnorted,splutteredandspatbecausesoaphadgotintohermouth.Shetossedherheadwanderingwhetheraspellexistedwhichcouldmakewashingpossiblewithoutwater,soapandwastingtime.
Themagicianputthecombasidebut,lostinthought,keptgazingthroughthewindowattheswarmsofravensandcrowscroakinghorrificallyastheyfleweast.
