Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Becauseshewasnotdestinedforthem?"Shesmiledathim,notverysincerelybutveryprettily.Asprettilyasshecould.Shedidnotwanthimtousethattoneofvoice.

           Thewitchershrugged.Triss,knowinghimalittle,immediatelychangedtacticsandgaveuptheargument.

           ShelookedatCiriagain.Thegirl,agilelysteppingalongthebalancebeam,executedahalf-turn,cutlightly,andimmediatelyleapedaway.Thedummy,struck,swayedonitsrope.

           "Well,atlast!"shoutedLambert."You’vefinallygotit!Gobackanddoitagain.Iwanttomakesureitwasn’tafluke!"

           "Thesword,"Trissturnedtothewitchers,"lookssharp.Thebeamlooksslipperyandunstable.AndLambertlookslikeanidiot,demoralisingthegirlwithallhisshouting.Aren’tyouafraidofanunfortunateaccident?Ormaybeyou’rerelyingondestinytoprotectthechildagainstit?"

           "Ciripractisedfornearlysixmonthswithoutasword,"saidCoën."Sheknowshowtomove.Andwearekeepinganeyeonherbecause—"

           "Becausethisisherhome,"finishedGeraltquietlybutfirmly.Veryfirmly.Usingatonewhichputanendtothediscussion.

           "Exactly.Itis."Vesemirtookadeepbreath."Triss,youmustbetired.Andhungry?"

           "Icannotdenyit,"shesighed,givingupontryingtocatchGeralt’seye."Tobehonest,I’monmylastlegs.IspentlastnightontheTrailinashepherd’shutwhichwaspracticallyfallingapart,buriedinstrawandsawdust.Iusedspellstoinsulatetheshack;ifitweren’tforthatIwouldprobablybedead.