Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 7
Intheslitofthehelmetadornedwiththewingsofabirdofpreyshineandburnmercilesseyes.
Abroadsword,reflectingtheglowofthefire,fallswithahiss.Dodge,Ciri!Feign!Pirouette,parry!Dodge!Dodge!Toosloooowwww!
Theblowblindsherwithitsflash,shakesherwholebody,thepainparalysesherforamoment,dulls,deadens,andthensuddenlyexplodeswithaterriblestrength,sinksitscruel,sharpfangsintohercheek,yanks,penetratesrightthrough,radiatesintotheneck,theshoulders,chest,lungs…
"Ciri!"
Shefeltthecoarse,unpleasant,stillcoolnessofstoneonherbackandhead.Shedidnotremembersittingdown.Yenneferwaskneelingnexttoher.Gently,butdecisively,shestraightenedherlingers,pulledherhandawayfromhercheek.Thecheekthrobbed,pulsatedwithpain.
"Mama…"groanedCiri."Mama…Howithurts!Mama…"
Themagiciantouchedherface.Herhandwasascoldasice.Thepainstoppedinstantly.
"Isaw…"thegirlwhispered,closinghereyes,"thethingsIsawinthedreams…Ablackknight…Geralt…Andalso…You…Isawyou,LadyYennefer!"
"Iknow."
"Isawyou…Isawhow-"
"Nevermore.Youwillneverseethatagain.Youwon’tdreamaboutitanymore.Iwillgiveyoutheforcetopushthosenightmaresaway.ThatiswhyIhavebroughtyouhere,Ciri–toshowyouthatforce.
