Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Ioughttorun..."

           Themagicalauradisappeared.Trissexperiencedasuddencoldwavesweepingthroughherentirebody.Shetriedtoconvinceherselfitwastheeffectofthedefensivespelldyingaway,butsheknewthatwasn’ttrue.Sheglancedupatthestoneblocksofthecastle,theblack,emptyeye-socketsofitsruinedloop-holesgapingather.Ashudderranthroughher.

           Thehorse’sshoesrangagainsttheslabsinthecourtyard.ThemagicianquicklyleapedfromthesaddleandheldoutherhandtoCiri.Takingadvantageofthetouchoftheirhandsshecarefullyemittedamagicalimpulse.Andwasastounded.Becauseshedidn’tfeelanything.Noreaction,noreply.Andnoresistance.Inthegirlwhohad,justamomentago,manifestedanexceptionallystrongauratherewasnotatraceofmagic.Shewasnowanordinary,badlydressedchildwhosehairhadbeenincompetentlycut.

           Butamomentago,thischildhadbeennoordinarychild.

           Trissdidnothavetimetoponderthestrangeevent.Thegrateofaniron-claddoorreachedher,comingfromthedarkvoidofthecorridorwhichgapedbehindthebatteredportal.Sheslippedthefurcapefromhershoulders,removedherfox-furhatand,withaswiftmovementofthehead,tousledherhair–long,fulllocksthecolouroffreshchestnuts,withasheenofgold,herprideandidentifyingcharacteristic.

           Cirisighedwithadmiration.Trisssmiled,pleasedbytheeffectshe’dhad.