Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Yennefer?Isthatyou?"

           "Surelyyou’renotgoingtosayyoudon’trememberhowIlook.AndI’msuremyvoiceisnotunfamiliartoyourmusicalear.Canyougetup?Theydidn’tbreakanybones,didthey?"

           Dandilionstoodwithdifficulty,groanedandstretchedhisachingshoulders.

           "What’swiththem?"Heindicatedthebodieslyingontheground.

           "We’llcheck."Theenchantresssnickedthestilettoshut."Oneofthemshouldstillbealive.I’veafewquestionsforhim."

           "Thisone,"thetroubadourstoodoverthereekingman,"probablystilllives."

           "Idoubtit,"saidYenneferindifferently."Iseveredhiswindpipeandcarotidartery.Theremightstillbealittlemurmurinhimbutnotforlong."

           Dandilionshuddered.

           "Youslashedhisthroat?"

           "If,outofinborncaution,Ihadn’tsentanillusioninfirst,Iwouldbetheonelyingtherenow.Let’slookattheotherone...Bloodyhell.Suchasturdyfellowandhestillcouldn’ttakeit.Pity,pity—"

           "He’sdead,too?"

           "Hecouldn’ttaketheshock.Hmm...Ifriedhimalittletoohard...See,evenhisteetharecharred—What’sthematterwithyou,Dandilion?Areyougoingtobesick?"

           "Iam,"thepoetrepliedindistinctly,bendingoverandleaninghisforeheadagainstthepigstywall.

           "That’severything?"Theenchantressputhertumblerdownandreachedfortheskewerofroastchickens."Youhaven’tliedaboutanything?Haven’tforgottenanything?"

           "Nothing.Apartfrom‘thankyou’.Thankyou,Yennefer."