Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Overthegully,supportedhorizontallybyenormousboulders,layamightytreetrunk,dark,bareandturninggreenwithmoss.Trissrodecloser,wantingtomakesurethiswas,indeed,theTrailandnotatreeaccidentallyfelledinagale.Butshespiedanarrow,indistinctpathwaydisappearingintothewoods.Shecouldnotbemistaken–thiswasdefinitelytheTrail,apathencirclingtheoldcastleofKaerMorhenandbesetwithobstacles,wherewitcherstrainedtoimprovetheirrunningspeedsandcontrolledbreathing.ThepathwasknownastheTrail,butTrissknewyoungwitchershadgivenittheirownname:TheKiller.

           Sheclungtothehorse’sneckandslowlyrodeunderthetrunk.Atthatmoment,sheheardstonesgrating.Andthefast,lightfootstepsofsomeonerunning.

           Sheturnedinhersaddle,pulledonthereinsandwaitedforthewitchertorunoutontothelog.

           Awitcherdidrunoutontothelog,flittedalongitlikeanarrowwithoutslowingdown,withoutevenusinghisarmstoaidhisbalance–runningnimbly,fluently,withincrediblegrace.Heflashedby,approachinganddisappearingamongstthetreeswithoutdisturbingasinglebranch.Trisssighedloudly,shakingherheadindisbelief.

           Becausethewitcher,judgingbyhisheightandbuild,wasonlyabouttwelve.

           Themagicianeasedthereins,nudgedthehorsewithherheelsandtrottedupstream.SheknewtheTrailcutacrosstheravineoncemore,ataspotknownastheGullet.