Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Thepoetsmiledfaintly."Maythefirstwhowishestoclaimthedescriptionisuntruethrowthefirststone."

           "OnlyIdon’tknow,"theEnchantresspinchedherlipstogether,"whogaveyoupermissiontodescribemyinternalorgans.Howdiditgo?‘Herheart,asthoughajewel,adornedherneck.Hardasifofdiamondmade,andasadiamondsounfeeling,sharperthanobsidian,cutting—’Didyoumakethatupyourself?Orperhaps...?"

           Herlipsquivered,twisted.

           "...orperhapsyoulistenedtosomeone’sconfidencesandgrievances?"

           "Hmm..."Dandilionclearedhisthroatandveeredawayfromthedangeroussubject."Tellme,Yennefer,whendidyoulastseeGeralt?"

           "Alongtimeago."

           "Afterthewar?"

           "Afterthewar..."Yennefer’svoicechangedalittle."No,Ineversawhimafterthewar.Foralongtime...Ididn’tseeanybody.Well,backtothepoint,Poet.Iamalittlesurprisedtodiscoverthatyoudonotknowanything,youhavenotheardanythingandthat,inspiteofthis,someonesearchingforinformationpickedyououttostretchoverabeam.Doesn’tthatworryyou?"

           "Itdoes."

           "Listentome,"shesaidsharply,banginghertumbleragainstthetable."Listencarefully.Strikethatballadfromyourrepertoire.Donotsingitagain."

           "Areyoutalkingabout—"

           "YouknowperfectlywellwhatI’mtalkingabout.SingaboutthewaragainstNilfgaard.SingaboutGeraltandme,you’llneitherharmnorhelpanyoneintheprocess,you’llmakenothinganybetterorworse.