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Whatever
was
happening
in
the
world
,
the
witchers
did
not
want
to
know
.
In
the
evenings
,
consistently
and
determinedly
,
Triss
guided
the
long
conversations
held
in
the
dark
hall
,
lit
only
by
the
bursts
of
flames
in
the
great
hearth
,
towards
politics
.
The
witchers
'
reactions
were
always
the
same
.
Geralt
,
a
hand
on
his
forehead
,
did
not
say
a
word
.
Vesemir
nodded
,
from
time
to
time
throwing
in
comments
which
amounted
to
little
more
than
that
"
in
his
day
"
everything
had
been
better
,
more
logical
,
more
honest
and
healthier
.
Eskel
pretended
to
be
polite
,
and
neither
smiled
nor
made
eye
contact
,
and
even
managed
,
very
occasionally
,
to
be
interested
in
some
issue
or
question
of
little
importance
.
Coën
yawned
openly
and
looked
at
the
ceiling
,
and
Lambert
did
nothing
to
hide
his
disdain
.
They
did
not
want
to
know
anything
,
they
cared
nothing
for
dilemmas
which
drove
sleep
from
kings
,
wizards
,
rulers
and
leaders
,
or
for
the
problems
which
made
councils
,
circles
and
gatherings
tremble
and
buzz
.
For
them
,
nothing
existed
beyond
the
passes
drowning
in
snow
or
beyond
the
Gwenllech
river
carrying
ice-floats
in
its
leaden
current
.
For
them
,
only
Kaer
Morhen
existed
,
lost
and
lonely
amongst
the
savage
mountains
.
That
evening
Triss
was
irritable
and
restless
--
perhaps
it
was
the
wind
howling
along
the
great
castle
's
walls
.
And
that
evening
they
were
all
oddly
excited
--
the
witchers
,
apart
from
Geralt
,
were
unusually
talkative
.
Quite
obviously
,
they
only
spoke
of
one
thing
--
spring
.
About
their
approaching
departure
for
the
Trail
.
About
what
the
Trail
would
have
in
store
for
them
--
about
vampires
,
wyverns
,
leshys
,
lycanthropes
and
basilisks
.
This
time
it
was
Triss
who
began
to
yawn
and
stare
at
the
ceiling
.
This
time
she
was
the
one
who
remained
silent
--
until
Eskel
turned
to
her
with
a
question
.
A
question
which
she
had
anticipated
.
"
And
what
is
it
really
like
in
the
south
,
on
the
Yaruga
?
Is
it
worth
going
there
?
We
would
n't
like
to
find
ourselves
in
the
middle
of
any
trouble
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
by
trouble
?
"
"
Well
,
you
know
...
"
he
stammered
,
"
you
keep
telling
us
about
the
possibility
of
a
new
war
...
About
constant
fighting
on
the
borders
,
about
rebellions
in
the
lands
invaded
by
Nilfgaard
.
You
said
they
're
saying
the
Nilfgaardians
might
cross
the
Yaruga
again
--
"
"
So
what
?
"
said
Lambert
.
"
They
've
been
hitting
,
killing
and
striking
against
each
other
constantly
for
hundreds
of
years
.
It
's
nothing
to
worry
about
.
I
've
already
decided
--
I
'm
going
to
the
far
South
,
to
Sodden
,
Mahakam
and
Angren
.
It
's
well
known
that
monsters
abound
wherever
armies
have
passed
.
The
most
money
is
always
made
in
places
like
that
.
"
