Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Atyourservice,atyourservice!"

           Yenneferpushedherplateaside.Therewasstillenoughmeatonthechicken,Dandilionnoticed,tofeedtheinnkeeperandhisfamilyforbreakfast.Aknifeandforkwerecertainlyelegantandrefined,buttheyweren’tveryeffective.

           "Thankyou,"herepeated,"forrescuingme.ThatcursedRiencewouldn’thavesparedmylife.He’dhavesqueezedeverythingfrommeandthenbutcheredmelikeasheep."

           "Yes,Ithinkhewould."Shepouredherselfandthebardsomewinethenraisedhertumbler."Solet’sdrinktoyourrescueandhealth,Dandilion."

           "Andtoyours,Yennefer,"hetoastedherinreturn."Tohealthforwhich–asoftoday–Ishallpraywhenevertheoccasionarises.I’mindebtedtoyou,beautifullady,andIshallrepaythedebtinmysongs.Ishallexplodethemythwhichclaimswizardsareinsensitivetothepainofothers,thattheyarerarelyeagertohelppoor,unfortunate,unfamiliarmortals."

           "Whattodo."Shesmiled,half-shuttingherbeautifulvioleteyes."Themythhassomejustification;itdidnotspringfromnowhere.Butyou’renotastranger,Dandilion.Iknowyouandlikeyou."

           "Really?"Thepoetsmiledtoo."Youhavebeengoodatconcealingitupuntilnow.I’veevenheardtherumourthatyoucan’tstandme,Iquote,anymorethantheplague."

           "Itwasthecaseonce."Theenchantresssuddenlygrewserious."Latermyopinionchanged.Later,Iwasgratefultoyou."