-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Анджей Сапковский
-
- Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
-
- Стр. 124/356
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Most
of
them
were
lying
by
campfires
,
in
keeping
with
the
old
soldier
's
rule
which
dictates
that
you
sleep
when
you
can
and
get
up
when
you
're
woken
.
Considerable
activity
could
be
seen
through
the
thrown-open
gates
--
there
were
a
lot
of
people
and
horses
inside
the
fort
,
too
.
At
the
top
of
the
little
leaning
lookout
tower
two
soldiers
were
on
duty
,
with
their
crossbows
permanently
at
the
ready
.
On
the
worn
bridge
trampled
by
horses
"
hooves
,
six
peasant
carts
and
two
merchant
wagons
were
parked
.
In
the
enclosure
,
their
heads
lowered
sadly
over
the
mud
and
manure
,
stood
umpteen
unyoked
oxen
.
"
There
was
an
assault
on
the
fort
--
last
night
.
"
The
sergeant
anticipated
his
question
.
"
We
just
got
here
in
time
with
the
relief
troops
--
otherwise
we
'd
have
found
nothing
here
but
charred
earth
.
"
"
Who
were
your
attackers
?
Bandits
?
Marauders
?
"
The
soldier
shook
his
head
,
spat
and
looked
at
Ciri
and
Triss
,
huddled
in
the
saddle
.
"
Come
inside
,
"
he
said
,
"
your
Enchantress
is
going
to
fall
out
of
her
saddle
any
minute
now
.
We
already
have
some
wounded
men
there
;
one
more
wo
n't
make
much
difference
.
"
In
the
yard
,
in
an
open
,
roofed
shelter
,
lay
several
people
with
their
wounds
dressed
with
bloodied
bandages
.
A
little
further
,
between
the
palisade
fence
and
a
wooden
well
with
a
sweep
,
Geralt
made
out
six
still
bodies
wrapped
in
sacking
from
which
only
pairs
of
feet
in
worn
,
dirty
boots
protruded
.
"
Lay
her
there
,
by
the
wounded
men
.
"
The
soldier
indicated
the
shelter
.
"
Oh
sir
,
it
truly
is
bad
luck
she
's
sick
.
A
few
of
our
men
were
hurt
during
the
battle
and
we
would
n't
turn
down
a
bit
of
magical
assistance
.
When
we
pulled
the
arrow
out
of
one
of
them
its
head
stuck
in
his
guts
.
The
lad
will
peter
out
by
the
morning
,
he
'll
peter
out
like
anything
...
And
the
enchantress
who
could
have
saved
him
is
tossing
and
turning
with
a
fever
and
seeking
help
from
us
.
A
bad
time
,
I
say
,
a
bad
time
-
"
He
broke
off
,
seeing
that
the
witcher
could
not
tear
his
eyes
from
the
sacking-wrapped
bodies
.
