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"
Ordinary
soothing
herbs
.
There
's
next
to
no
magic
in
them
so
they
should
n't
do
you
any
harm
.
And
they
'll
relieve
the
cramps
.
"
"
Geralt
,
the
cramps
...
they
're
nothing
.
But
if
I
run
a
fever
...
It
could
be
...
dysentery
.
Or
paratyphoid
.
"
"
Are
n't
you
immune
?
"
Triss
turned
her
head
away
without
replying
,
bit
her
lip
and
curled
up
even
tighter
.
The
witcher
did
not
pursue
the
question
.
Having
allowed
her
to
rest
for
a
while
they
hauled
the
enchantress
onto
Roach
's
saddle
.
Geralt
sat
behind
her
,
supporting
her
with
both
hands
,
while
Ciri
rode
beside
them
,
holding
the
reins
and
leading
Triss
's
gelding
.
They
did
not
even
manage
a
mile
.
The
enchantress
kept
falling
from
Geralt
's
hands
;
she
could
not
stay
in
the
saddle
.
Suddenly
she
started
trembling
convulsively
,
and
instantly
burned
with
a
fever
.
The
gastritis
had
grown
worse
.
Geralt
told
himself
that
it
was
an
allergic
reaction
to
the
traces
of
magic
in
his
witcher
's
elixir
.
He
told
himself
that
.
But
he
did
not
believe
it
.
"
Oh
,
sir
,
"
said
the
sergeant
,
"
you
have
not
come
at
a
good
time
.
Indeed
,
you
could
not
have
arrived
at
a
worse
moment
.
"
The
sergeant
was
right
.
Geralt
could
neither
contest
it
nor
argue
.
The
fort
guarding
the
bridge
,
where
there
would
usually
be
three
soldiers
,
a
stable-boy
,
a
toll-collector
and
--
at
most
--
a
few
passers-by
,
was
swarming
with
people
.
The
witcher
counted
over
thirty
lightly
armed
soldiers
wearing
the
colours
of
Kaedwen
and
a
good
fifty
shield
bearers
,
camping
around
the
low
palisade
.
