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"
What
's
true
is
true
,
"
said
one
of
the
merchants
who
had
been
sitting
silently
on
a
bench
.
"
The
Squirrels
are
no
fiercer
than
the
bandits
who
used
to
roam
these
ways
.
And
who
did
the
elves
take
in
hand
first
?
The
bandits
!
"
What
do
I
care
if
it
's
a
bandit
or
an
elf
who
runs
me
through
with
an
arrow
from
behind
some
bushes
?
"
the
toll-collector
with
the
bandaged
head
said
suddenly
.
"
The
thatch
,
if
it
's
set
on
fire
above
my
head
in
the
night
,
burns
just
the
same
.
What
difference
does
it
make
who
lit
the
fire-brand
?
You
say
,
sir
,
that
the
Scoia
'
tael
are
no
worse
than
the
bandits
?
You
lie
.
The
bandits
wanted
loot
,
but
the
elves
are
after
human
blood
.
Not
everyone
has
ducats
,
but
we
all
have
blood
running
through
our
veins
.
You
say
it
's
the
nobility
's
problem
,
greeve
?
That
's
an
even
greater
folly
.
What
about
the
lumberjacks
shot
in
the
clearing
,
the
tar-makers
hacked
to
pieces
at
the
Beeches
,
the
refugee
peasants
from
the
burned
down
hamlets
,
did
they
hurt
the
non-humans
?
They
lived
and
worked
together
,
as
neighbours
,
and
suddenly
they
got
an
arrow
in
the
back
...
And
me
?
Never
in
my
life
have
I
harmed
a
non-human
and
look
,
my
head
is
broken
open
by
a
dwarf
's
cutlass
.
And
if
it
were
not
for
the
soldiers
you
're
snapping
at
,
I
would
be
lying
beneath
an
ell
of
turf
-
"
"
Exactly
!
"
The
knight
in
the
yellow
surcoat
thumped
his
fist
against
the
table
once
again
.
"
We
are
protecting
your
mangy
skin
,
greeve
,
from
those
,
as
you
call
them
,
oppressed
elves
,
who
,
according
to
you
,
we
did
not
let
live
.
But
I
will
say
something
different
--
we
have
emboldened
them
too
much
.
We
tolerated
them
,
treated
them
as
humans
,
as
equals
and
now
they
are
stabbing
us
in
the
back
.
Nilfgaard
is
paying
them
for
it
,
I
'd
stake
my
life
,
and
the
savage
elves
from
the
mountains
are
furnishing
them
with
arms
.
But
their
real
support
comes
from
those
who
always
lived
amongst
us
--
from
the
elves
,
half-elves
,
dwarves
,
gnomes
and
halfiings
.
They
are
the
ones
who
are
hiding
them
,
feeding
them
,
supplying
them
with
volunteers
-
"
"
Not
all
of
them
,
"
said
another
merchant
,
slim
,
with
a
delicate
and
noble
face
--
in
no
way
a
typical
merchant
's
features
.
"
The
majority
of
non-humans
condemn
the
Squirrels
,
sir
,
and
want
nothing
to
do
with
them
.
The
majority
of
them
are
loyal
,
and
sometimes
pay
a
high
price
for
that
loyalty
.
Remember
the
burgomaster
from
Ban
Ard
.
He
was
a
half-elf
who
urged
peace
and
cooperation
.
He
was
killed
by
an
assassin
's
arrow
.
"
"
Aimed
,
no
doubt
,
by
a
neighbour
,
some
halfling
or
dwarf
who
also
feigned
loyalty
,
"
scoffed
the
knight
.
"
If
you
ask
me
,
none
of
them
are
loyal
!
Every
one
of
them
-
Hey
there
!
Who
are
you
?
"
Geralt
looked
around
.
Ciri
stood
right
behind
him
casting
her
huge
emerald
eyes
over
everyone
.
As
far
as
the
ability
to
move
noiselessly
was
concerned
,
she
had
clearly
made
enormous
progress
.
"
She
's
with
me
,
"
he
explained
.
