Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Right,nowtakeallthatoff,younglady,andchangeintosomethingelse.Thesearen’tyouronlyclothes,surely?"

           Cirishookherhead,liftedthelidofthetrunkandshowedherafadedloosedress,adarkgreytunic,alinenshirtandawoollenblouseresemblingapenitent’ssack.

           "Thisismine,"shesaid."ThisiswhatIcamein.ButIdon’twearitnow.It’swoman’sstuff."

           "Iunderstand."Trissgrimacedmockingly."Woman’sornot,forthetimebeingyou’llhavetochangeintoit.Well,getonwithit,getundressed.Letmehelpyou...Damnit!What’sthis?Ciri?"

           Thegirl’sshoulderswerecoveredinmassivebruises,suffusedwithblood.Mostofthemhadalreadyturnedyellow;somewerefresh.

           "Whatthehellisthis?"themagicianrepeatedangrily."Whobeatyoulikethis?"

           "This?"Cirilookedathershouldersasifsurprisedbythenumberofbruises."Oh,this...Thatwasthewindmill.Iwastooslow."

           "Whatwindmill?Bloodyhell!"

           "Thewindmill,"repeatedCiri,raisingherhugeeyestolookupatthemagician."It’sasortof...Well...I’musingittolearntododgewhileattacking.It’sgotthesepawsmadeofsticksanditturnsandwavesthepaws.Youhavetojumpveryquicklyanddodge.Youhavetolearnalefrex.Ifyouhaven’tgotthelefrexthewindmillwallopsyouwithastick.Atthebeginning,thewindmillgavemeareallyterriblyhorriblethrashing.Butnow—"

           "Taketheleggingsandshirtoff.