Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 1
Shewalkedawkwardly,hesitantly,huddledupandhunched,herheadlowered.I’mfrightened,shethought.I’mveryfrightened.WhenGeraltfoundme,whenhetookmewithhim,Ithoughtthefearwouldn’tcomeback.Ithoughtithadpassed...Andnow,insteadofbeingathome,I’minthisterrible,dark,ruinedoldcastlefullofratsanddreadfulechoes...I’mstandinginfrontofaredwalloffireagain.Iseesinisterblackfigures,Iseedreadful,menacing,glisteningeyesstaringatme—
"Whoisthischild,Wolf?Whoisthisgirl?"
"She’smy..."Geraltsuddenlystammered.Shefelthisstrong,hardhandsonhershoulders.Andsuddenlythefeardisappeared,vanishedwithoutatrace.Theroaringredfiregaveoutwarmth.Onlywarmth.Theblacksilhouetteswerethesilhouettesoffriends.Carers.Theirglisteningeyesexpressedcuriosity.Concern.Andunease...
Geralt’shandsclenchedoverhershoulders.
"She’sourdestiny."
Verily,thereisnothingsohide-ousasthemonsters,socontrarytonature,knownaswitchersfortheyaretheoffspringoffoulsorceryanddevilry.Theyarerogueswithoutvirtue,conscienceorscruple,truediaboliccreations,fitonlyforkilling.Thereisnoplaceamidsthonestmenforsuchasthey.
AndKaerMorhen,wheretheseinfamousbeingsnestle,wheretheyperformtheirfoulpractices,mustbewipedfromthesurfaceofthisearth,andalltraceofitstrewnwithsaltandsaltpetre
