Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Whatdotheycallyou?"

           "Ciri,"Geraltrepliedforher,silentlyemergingfromthedarkness.Eskelturnedaround.Suddenly,quickly,wordlessly,thewitchersfellintoeachother’sarmsandwoundtheirshouldersaroundeachothertightandhard.Foronebriefmoment.

           "Wolf,you’realive."

           "Iam."

           "Allright."Eskeltookatorchfromitsbracket."Comeon.I’mclosingtheinnergatestostoptheheatescaping."

           Theywalkedalongthecorridor.Therewereratshere,too;theyflittedunderthewalls,squeakedfromthedarkabyss,fromthebranchingpassages,andskitteredbeforetheswayingcircleoflightthrownbythetorch.Ciriwalkedquickly,tryingtokeepupwiththemen.

           "Who’swinteringhere,Eskel?ApartfromVesemir?"

           "LambertandCoën."

           Theydescendedasteepandslipperyflightofstairs.Agleamwasvisiblebelowthem.Ciriheardvoices,detectedthesmellofsmoke.

           Thehallwasenormous,andfloodedwithlightfromahugehearthroaringwithflameswhichwerebeingsuckedupintotheheartofthechimney.Thecentreofthehallwastakenupbyanenormous,heavytable.Atleasttenpeoplecouldsitaroundthattable.Therewerethree.Threehumans.Threewitchers,Ciricorrectedherself.Shesawnothingbuttheirsilhouettesagainstthefireinthehearth.

           "Greetings,Wolf.We’vebeenwaitingforyou."

           "Greetings,Vesemir.Greetings,lads.It’sgoodtobehomeagain."

           "Whohaveyoubroughtus?"

           Geraltwassilentforamoment,thenputhishandonCiri’sshoulderandlightlypushedherforward.