Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           ItwasEskel’sbehaviourwhichwasmostunlikely;hegotup,approachedtheenchantress,bentdownlow,tookherhandandkisseditrespectfully.Sheswiftlywithdrewherhand.Notsoastodemonstrateherangerandannoyancebuttobreakthepleasant,piercingvibrationtriggeredbythewitcher’stouch.Eskelemanatedpowerfully.MorepowerfullythanGeralt.

           "Triss,"hesaid,rubbingthehide-ousscaronhischeekwithembarrassment,"helpus.Weaskyou.Helpus,Triss."

           Theenchantresslookedhimintheeyeandpursedherlips."Withwhat?WhatamItohelpyouwith,Eskel?"

           Eskelrubbedhischeekagain,lookedatGeralt.Thewhite-hairedwitcherbowedhishead,hidinghiseyesbehindhishand.Vesemirclearedhisthroatloudly.

           Atthatmoment,thedoorcreakedopenandCirienteredthehall.Vesemir’shawkingchangedintosomethinglikeawheeze,aloudindrawnbreath.Lambertopenedhismouth.Trisssuppressedalaugh.

           Ciri,herhaircutandstyled,waswalkingtowardsthemwithtinysteps,carefullyholdingupadark-bluedress–shortenedandadjusted,andstillshowingthesignsofhavingbeencarriedinasaddle-bag.Anotherpresentfromtheenchantressgleamedaroundthegirl’sneck–alittleblackvipermadeoflacqueredleatherwitharubyeyeandgoldclasp.

           CiristoppedinfrontofVesemir.Notquiteknowingwhattodowithherhands,sheplantedherthumbsbehindherbelt.

           "Icannottraintoday,"sherecitedintheuttersilence,slowlyandemphatically,"forIam...Iam..."

           Shelookedattheenchantress.