Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Idon’tthinkanyonewillmissitspresenceinthelandscape.Holdon,ladies!Calmdown,calmdown,whythisuproarandcommotion,nothinghashappened!Easy,Nenneke!Really,nothinghashappened.Theplanksjustneedtobeclearedaway.They’llmakegoodfirewood!"

           Duringthewarm,stillafternoonstheairgrewthickwiththescentofflowersandgrass;pulsatingwithpeaceandsilence,brokenbythebuzzofbeesandenormousbeetles.OnafternoonslikethisYennefercarriedNenneke’swickerchairoutintothegardenandsatinit,stretchingherlegsoutinfrontofher.Sometimesshestudiedbooks,sometimesreadletterswhichshereceivedbymeansofstrangecouriers,usuallybirds.Attimesshesimplysatgazingintothedistance.Withonehand,andlostinthought,sheruffledherblack,shinylocks,withtheothershestrokedCiri’sheadasshesatonthegrass,snuggleduptothemagician’swarm,firmthigh.

           "LadyYennefer?"

           "I’mhere,uglyone."

           "Tellme,canonedoanythingwithmagic?"

           "No."

           "Butyoucandoagreatdeal,amIright?"

           "Youare."Theenchantressclosedhereyesforamomentandtouchedhereyelidswithherfingers."Agreatdeal."

           "Somethingreallygreat…Somethingterrible!Veryterrible?"

           "Sometimesevenmoresothanonewouldhaveliked.