Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 7
Onthetable,nexttothemirrorandanimpressivearrayofbottledcosmetics,layseveralletters.CiriknewthatYenneferhadbeenwaitingforthemalongtimeandthatthedayonwhichtheyweretoleavetheTempledependedonherreceivingtheseletters.InspiteofwhatshehadtoldJarre,thegirlhadnoideawhereandwhytheywereleaving.Butinthoseletters…
Splashingwithherlefthandsoastomislead,shearrangedthefingersofherrightinagesture,concentratedonaformula,fixedhereyesonthelettersandsentoutanimpulse.
"Don’tyouevendare,"saidYennefer,withoutturningaround.
"Ithought…"Sheclearedherthroat."IthoughtoneofthemmightbefromGeralt…"
"Ifitwas,I’dhavegivenittoyou."Themagicianturnedinherchairandsatfacingher."Areyougoingtobelongwashing?"
"I’vefinished."
"Getup,please."
Ciriobeyed.Yennefersmiledfaintly.
"Yes,"shesaid,"you’vefinishedwithchildhood.You’veroundedoutwherenecessary.Loweryourhands.I’mnotinterestedinyourelbows.Well,well,don’tblush,nofalseshyness.It’syourbody,themostnaturalthingintheworld.Andthefactthatyou’redevelopingisjustasnatural.Ifyourfatehadturnedoutdifferently…Ifitweren’tforthewar,you’dhavelongbeenthewifeofsomedukeorprince.
