Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Iwantto,Ihavetotellhereverything.IwanthertoknoweverythingbeforeweleaveMelitele’sTemple.BeforeweparttofinallymeettheoneImiss.Theoneshemisses.Theonewhonodoubtmissesusboth.Iwanttotellherthat…

           I’lltellher.It’senoughforhertoask.

           Themagicianturnedfromthewindowandsmiled.Shedidnotaskanything.

           Theyleftthefollowingday,earlyinthemorning.Bothworemen’stravellingclothes,cloaks,hatsandhoodswhichhidtheirhair.Bothwerearmed.

           OnlyNennekesawthemoff.ShespokequietlyandatlengthwithYennefer,thentheyboth–themagicianandthepriestess-shookeachother’shand,hard,likemen.Ciri,holdingthereinsofherdapple-greymare,wantedtosaygoodbyeinthesameway,butNennekedidnotallowit.Sheembracedher,huggedherandgaveherakiss.Thereweretearsinhereyes.InCiri’s,too.

           "Well,"saidthepriestessfinally,wipinghereyewiththesleeveofherrobe,nowgo.MaytheGreatMeliteleprotectyouonyourway,mydears.Butthegoddesshasagreatmanythingsonhermind,solookafteryourselvestoo.Takecareofher,Yennefer.Keephersafe,liketheappleofyoureye."

           "Ihope"–themagiciansmiledfaintly–"thatI’llmanagetokeephersafer."

           Acrossthesky,towardsPontarValley,flewflocksofcrows,croakingloudly.Nennekedidnotlookatthem.

           "Takecare,"sherepeated."Badtimesareapproaching