Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Itwasenoughtoturndownoneofthenumerousgulliesandgorgestolosesightofit.Andevenshewhoknewtheland,knewthewayandknewwheretolookforthepass,couldnotallowherselftoloseherconcentrationforaninstant.

           Theforestcametoanend.Awidevalleyopenedbeforetheenchantress,strewnwithboulderswhichranacrossthevalleytothesheermountain-slopeontheotherside.TheGwenllech,theRiverofWhiteStones,floweddowntheheartofthevalley,foamseethingbetweenthebouldersandlogswashedalongbythecurrent.Here,initsupperreaches,theGwenllechwasnomorethanawidebutshallowstream.Uphereitcouldbecrossedwithoutanydifficulty.Lowerdown,inKaedwen,initsmiddlereaches,theriverwasaninsurmountableobstacle,rushingandbreakingagainstthebedsofitsdeepchasms.

           Thegelding,drivenintothewater,hasteneditsstep,clearlywantingtoreachtheoppositebankasquicklyaspossible.Trisshelditbacklightly–thestreamwasshallow,reachingjustabovethehorse’sfetlocks,butthepebblescoveringthebedwereslipperyandthecurrentwassharpandquick.Thewaterchurnedandfoamedaroundhermount’slegs.

           Themagicianlookedupatthesky.Thegrowingcoldandincreasingwindhere,inthemountains,couldheraldablizzardandshedidnotfindtheprospectofspendingyetanothernightinagrottoorrockynooktooattractive.