Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Shejumpedagilelyintothesaddle,lightly,almostwithouttakingoff.Thegeldingstarted,surprised,andstamped,butthegirlquicklytookupthereinsandreassuredit.

           "Youknowhowtohandleahorse,Isee."

           "Icanhandleanything."

           "Moveuptowardsthepommel."Trissslippedherfootintothestirrupandcaughtholdofthemane."Makeabitofroomforme.Anddon’tpokemyeyeoutwiththatsword."

           Thegelding,spurredonbyherheels,movedoffalongthestreambedatawalkingpace.Theyrodeacrossanothergullyandclimbedtheroundedmountainside.FromtheretheycouldseetheruinsofKaerMorhenhuddledagainstthestoneprecipices–thepartiallydemolishedtrapeziumofthedefensivewall,theremainsofthebarbicanandgate,thethick,bluntcolumnofthedonjon.

           Thegeldingsnortedandjerkeditshead,crossingwhatremainedofthebridgeoverthemoat.Trisstuggedatthereins.Thedecayingskullsandskeletonsstrewnacrosstheriverbedmadenoimpressiononher.Shehadseenthembefore.

           "Idon’tlikethis,"thegirlsuddenlyremarked."It’snotasitshouldbe.Thedeadshouldtobeburiedintheground.Underabarrow.Shouldn’tthey?"

           "Theyshould,"themagicianagreedcalmly."Ithinkso,too.Butthewitcherstreatthisgraveyardasa...reminder."

           "Reminderofwhat?"

           "KaerMorhen,"Trisssaidassheguidedthehorsetowardstheshatteredarcades,"wasassaulted.Therewasabloodybattlehereinwhichalmostallthewitchersdied.Onlythosewhoweren’tinthekeepatthetimesurvived."