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"
They
want
our
blood
!
"
howled
Baron
Vilibert
.
"
And
our
land
!
"
someone
cried
from
the
crowd
of
peasants
.
"
And
our
women
!
"
chimed
in
Sheldon
Skaggs
,
with
a
ferocious
glower
.
Several
people
started
to
laugh
--
as
quietly
and
furtively
as
they
could
.
Even
though
the
idea
that
anyone
other
than
another
dwarf
would
desire
one
of
the
exceptionally
unattractive
dwarf-women
was
highly
amusing
,
it
was
not
a
safe
subject
for
teasing
or
jests
--
especially
not
in
the
presence
of
the
short
,
stocky
,
bearded
individuals
whose
axes
and
short-swords
had
an
ugly
habit
of
leaping
from
their
belts
and
into
their
hands
at
incredible
speed
.
And
the
dwarves
,
for
some
unknown
reason
,
were
entirely
convinced
that
the
rest
of
the
world
was
lecherously
lying
in
wait
for
their
wives
and
daughters
,
and
were
extremely
touchy
about
it
.
"
This
had
to
happen
at
some
point
,
"
the
grey-haired
druid
declared
suddenly
.
"
This
had
to
happen
.
We
forgot
that
we
are
not
the
only
ones
in
this
world
,
that
the
whole
of
creation
does
not
revolve
around
us
.
Like
stupid
,
fat
,
lazy
minnows
in
a
slimy
pond
we
chose
not
to
accept
the
existence
of
pike
.
We
allowed
our
world
,
like
the
pond
,
to
become
slimy
,
boggy
and
sluggish
.
Look
around
you
--
there
is
crime
and
sin
everywhere
,
greed
,
the
pursuit
of
profit
,
quarrels
and
disagreements
are
rife
.
Our
traditions
are
disappearing
,
respect
for
our
values
is
fading
.
Instead
of
living
according
to
Nature
we
have
begun
to
destroy
it
.
And
what
have
we
got
for
it
?
The
air
is
poisoned
by
the
stink
of
smelting
furnaces
,
the
rivers
and
brooks
are
tainted
by
slaughter
houses
and
tanneries
,
forests
are
being
cut
down
without
a
thought
...
Ha
--
just
look
!
--
even
on
the
living
bark
of
sacred
Bleobheris
,
there
just
above
the
poet
's
head
,
there
's
a
foul
phrase
carved
out
with
a
knife
--
and
it
's
misspelled
at
that
--
by
a
stupid
,
illiterate
vandal
.
Why
are
you
surprised
?
It
had
to
end
badly
--
"
"
Yes
,
yes
!
"
the
fat
priest
joined
in
.
"
Come
to
your
senses
,
you
sinners
,
while
there
is
still
time
,
because
the
anger
and
vengeance
of
the
gods
hangs
over
you
!
Remember
Ithlin
's
oracle
,
the
prophetic
words
describing
the
punishment
of
the
gods
reserved
for
a
tribe
poisoned
by
crime
!
'
The
Time
of
Contempt
will
come
,
when
the
tree
will
lose
its
leaves
,
the
bud
will
wither
,
the
fruit
will
rot
,
the
seed
turn
bitter
and
the
river
valleys
will
run
with
ice
instead
of
water
.
The
White
Chill
will
come
,
and
after
it
the
White
Light
,
and
the
world
will
perish
beneath
blizzards
.
'
Thus
spoke
Seeress
Ithlin
!
And
before
this
comes
to
pass
there
will
be
visible
signs
,
plagues
will
ravish
the
earth
--
Remember
!
--
the
Nilfgaard
are
our
punishment
from
the
gods
!
They
are
the
whip
with
which
the
Immortals
will
lash
you
sinners
,
so
that
you
may
--
"
"
Shut
up
,
you
sanctimonious
old
man
!
"
roared
Sheldon
Skaggs
,
stamping
his
heavy
boots
.
"
Your
superstitious
rot
makes
me
sick
!
My
guts
are
churning
--
"
"
Careful
,
Sheldon
.
"
