Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Sir,"saidthefirstruffiansuddenly,coveringthelanternwithhiscloakandpeeringthroughthegapinthepigstydoor,"someone’scoming.Alass,Ithink."

           "Youknowwhattodo,"Riencehissed."Putthelanternout."

           ThereekingmanreleasedtheropeandDandiliontumbledinertlytotheground,fallinginsuchawaythathecouldseethemanwiththelanternstandingatthedoorandthereekingman,alongknifeinhishand,lyinginwaitontheotherside.Lightbrokeinfromthebawdy-housethroughgapsintheplanks,andthepoetheardthesingingandhubbub.

           Thedoortothepigstycreakedopenrevealingashortfigurewrappedinacloakandwearingaround,tightlyfittingcap.Afteramoment’shesitation,thewomancrossedthethreshold.Thereekingmanthrewhimselfather,slashingforcefullywithhisknife,andtumbledtohiskneesastheknifemetwithnoresistance,passingthroughthefigure’sthroatasthoughthroughacloudofsmoke.Becausethefigurereallywasacloudofsmoke–onewhichwasalreadystartingtodisperse.Butbeforeitcompletelyvanishedanotherfigureburstintothepigsty,indistinct,darkandnimbleasaweasel.Dandilionsawitthrowacloakatthelanternman,jumpoverthereekingone,sawsomethingglisteninitshand,andheardthereekingmanwheezeandchokesavagely.Thelanternmandisentangledhimselffromthecloak,jumped,tookaswingwithhisknife.