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"
Yes
,
sir
.
Squirrels
.
That
's
what
they
call
themselves
in
elvish
.
Some
say
it
's
because
sometimes
they
wear
squirrel
tails
on
their
fur
caps
and
hats
.
Others
say
it
's
because
they
live
in
the
woods
and
eat
nuts
.
They
're
getting
more
and
more
troublesome
,
I
tell
you
.
"
Geralt
shook
his
head
.
The
soldier
covered
the
bodies
again
and
wiped
his
hands
on
his
tunic
.
"
Come
,
"
he
said
.
"
There
's
no
point
standing
here
.
I
'll
take
you
to
the
commandant
.
Our
corporal
will
take
care
of
your
patient
if
he
can
.
He
knows
how
to
sear
and
stitch
wounds
and
set
bones
so
maybe
he
knows
how
to
mix
up
medicines
and
what
not
too
.
He
's
a
brainy
chap
,
a
mountain-man
.
Come
,
witcher
.
"
In
the
dim
,
smoky
toll-collector
's
hut
a
lively
and
noisy
discussion
was
underway
.
A
knight
with
closely
cropped
hair
wearing
a
habergeon
and
yellow
surcoat
was
shouting
at
two
merchants
and
a
greeve
,
watched
by
the
toll-collector
,
who
had
an
indifferent
,
rather
gloomy
expression
,
and
whose
head
was
wrapped
in
bandages
.
"
I
said
,
no
!
"
The
knight
thumped
his
fist
on
the
rickety
table
and
stood
up
straight
,
adjusting
the
gorget
across
his
chest
.
"
Until
the
patrols
return
,
you
're
not
going
anywhere
!
You
are
not
going
to
roam
the
highways
!
"
Ts
to
be
in
Daevon
in
two
days
!
"
the
greeve
yelled
,
shoving
a
short
notched
stick
with
a
symbol
branded
into
it
under
the
knight
's
nose
.
"
I
have
a
transport
to
lead
!
The
bailiff
's
going
to
have
me
head
if
it
be
late
!
I
'll
complain
to
the
voivode
!
"
"
Go
ahead
and
complain
,
"
sneered
the
knight
.
"
But
I
advise
you
to
line
your
breeches
with
straw
before
you
do
because
the
voivode
can
do
a
mean
bit
of
arse-kicking
.
But
for
the
time
being
I
give
the
orders
here
--
the
voivode
is
far
away
and
your
bailiff
means
no
more
to
me
than
a
heap
of
dung
.
Hey
,
Unist
!
Who
are
you
bringing
here
,
sergeant
?
Another
merchant
?
"
"
No
,
"
answered
the
sergeant
reluctantly
.
"
A
witcher
,
sir
.
He
goes
by
the
name
Geralt
of
Rivia
.
"
