Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Theydon’twanttobeasymbol,abadconscienceorawarning.Butneitherdotheywanttheirdusttobesweptawaybythewind."

           Trissraisedherhead,hearingachangeinthegirl’svoice.Immediatelyshesensedamagicalaura,apulsatingandarushofbloodinhertemples.Shegrewtensebutdidnotutteraword,afraidofbreakingintoordisruptingwhatwashappening.

           "Anordinarybarrow."Ciri’svoicewasbecomingmoreandmoreunnatural,metallic,coldandmenacing."Amoundofearthwhichwillbeovergrownwithnettles.Deathhascoldblueeyes,andtheheightoftheobeliskdoesnotmatter,nordoesthewritingengravedonitmatter.Whocanknowthatbetterthanyou,TrissMerigold,theFourteenthOneoftheHill?"

           Theenchantressfroze.Shesawthegirl’shandsclenchthehorse’smane.

           "YoudiedontheHill,TrissMerigold."Thestrange,evilvoicespokeagain."Whyhaveyoucomehere?Goback,gobackatonceandtakethischild,theChildofElderBlood,withyou.Returnhertothosetowhomshebelongs.Dothis,FourteenthOne.Becauseifyoudonotyouwilldieoncemore.ThedaywillcomewhentheHillwillclaimyou.Themassgrave,andtheobeliskonwhichyournameisengraved,willclaimyou."

           Thegeldingneighedloudly,tossingitshead.Cirijerkedsuddenly,shuddered.

           "Whathappened?"askedTriss,tryingtocontrolhervoice.

           Ciricoughed,passedbothhandsthroughherhairandrubbedherface.

           "Nn...nothing..."shemutteredhesitantly."I’mtired,that’swhy...That’swhyIfellasleep.