Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Andthosetwomoundswhichrosewitheverybreath,huggedbyblackclothandwhitelace…

           "SothisisthefamousSurprise."Themagiciantwistedherlipsalittle."Lookmeintheeyes,girl."

           Cirishudderedandhunchedhershoulders.No,shedidnotenvyYenneferthatonething–didnotdesiretohaveitorevenlookatit.Thoseeyes,violet,deepasafathomlesslake,strangelybright,dispassionateandmalefic.Terrifying.

           Themagicianturnedtowardsthestouthighpriestess.Thestaronherneckflamedwithreflectionsofthesunbeamingthroughthewindowintotherefectory.

           "Yes,Nenneke,"shesaid."Therecanbenodoubt.Onejusthastolookintothosegreeneyestoknowthatthereissomethinginher.Highforehead,regulararchofthebrows,eyessetattractivelyapart.Narrownose.Longfingers.Rarehairpigment.Obviouselvenblood,althoughthereisnotmuchofitinher.Anelvengreat-grandfatherorgreat-grandmother.HaveIguessedcorrectly?"

           "Idon’tknowherfamilytree,"thehighpriestessrepliedcalmly."Itdidn’tinterestme."

           "Tallforherage,"continuedthemagician,stillappraisingCiriwithhereyes.Thegirlwasboilingoverwithfuryandannoyance,strugglingwithanoverpoweringdesiretoscreamdefiantly,screamherlungsout,stampherfeetandrunofftothepark,onthewayknockingoverthevaseonthetableandslammingthedoorsoastomaketheplastercrumblefromtheceiling.