Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Trissfoughtbackherdesiretotearthestinkingabominationdownandthrowitoutofthewindow.

           Thegirl,standingbythebed,staredatherexpectantly.

           "We’lltry,"saidtheenchantress,"tomakethis...sheathfitalittlebetter.I’vealwayshadaknackforcuttingandsewingsoIoughttobeabletomanagethisgoatskin,too.Andyou,littlewitcher-girl,haveyoueverhadaneedleinyourhand?Haveyoubeentaughtanythingotherthanmakingholeswithaswordinsacksofstraw?"

           "WhenIwasinTransriver,inKagen,Ihadtospin,"mutteredCiriunwillingly."Theydidn’tgivemeanysewingbecauseIonlyspoiltthelinenandwastedthread;theyhadtoundoeverything.Thespinningwasterriblyboring–yuk!"

           "True,"giggledTriss."It’shardtofindanythingmoreboring.Ihatedspinning,too."

           "Anddidyouhaveto?Ididbecause...Butyou’reawi—magician.Youcanconjureanythingup!Thatamazingdress...didyouconjureitup?"

           "No."Trisssmiled."NordidIsewitmyself.I’mnotthattalented."

           "Andmyclothes,howareyougoingtomakethem?Conjurethemup?"

           "There’snoneed.Amagicneedleisenough,onewhichweshallcharmintoworkingmorevigorously.Andifthere’saneed..."

           TrissslowlyranherhandacrossthetornholeinthesleeveofCiri’sjacket,murmuringaspellwhilestimulatinganamulettowork.Notatraceremainedofthehole.Cirisquealedwithjoy.

           "That’smagic!I’mgoingtohaveamagicaljacket!Wow!"

           "OnlyuntilImakeyouanordinary–butgood–one.