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"
You
've
a
good
memory
,
"
laughed
Yarpen
Zigrin
.
"
There
were
six
of
us
,
indeed
.
But
Lucas
Corto
got
married
,
settled
down
in
Mahakam
and
dropped
out
of
the
company
,
the
stupid
oaf
.
Somehow
we
have
n't
managed
to
find
anybody
worthy
of
his
place
yet
.
Pity
,
six
is
just
right
,
not
too
many
,
not
too
few
.
To
eat
a
calf
,
knock
back
a
barrel
,
there
's
nothing
like
six
-
"
"
As
I
see
,
"
with
a
nod
Geralt
indicated
the
rest
of
the
group
standing
undecided
by
the
wagons
,
"
there
are
enough
of
you
here
to
manage
three
calves
,
not
to
mention
a
quantity
of
poultry
.
What
's
this
gang
of
fellows
you
're
commanding
,
Yarpen
?
"
"
I
'm
not
the
one
in
command
.
Allow
me
to
introduce
you
.
Forgive
me
,
Wenck
,
for
not
doing
so
straight
away
but
me
and
my
boys
have
known
Geralt
of
Rivia
for
a
long
time
--
we
've
a
fair
number
of
shared
memories
behind
us
.
Geralt
,
this
is
Commissar
Vilfrid
Wenck
,
in
the
service
of
King
Henselt
of
Ard
Carraigh
,
the
merciful
ruler
of
Kaedwen
.
"
Vilfrid
Wenck
was
tall
,
taller
than
Geralt
and
near
twice
the
dwarf
's
height
.
He
wore
an
ordinary
,
simple
outfit
like
that
worn
by
greeves
,
bailiffs
or
mounted
messengers
,
but
there
was
a
sharpness
in
his
movements
,
a
stiffness
and
sureness
which
the
witcher
knew
and
could
faultlessly
recognise
,
even
at
night
,
even
in
the
meagre
light
of
the
campfire
.
That
was
how
men
accustomed
to
wearing
hauberks
and
belts
weighed
down
with
weapons
moved
.
Wenck
was
a
professional
soldier
.
Geralt
was
prepared
to
wager
any
sum
on
it
.
He
shook
the
proffered
hand
and
gave
a
little
bow
.
"
Let
's
sit
down
.
"
Yarpen
indicated
the
stump
where
his
mighty
axe
was
still
embedded
.
"
Tell
us
what
you
're
doing
in
this
neighbourhood
,
Geralt
.
"
"
Looking
for
help
.
I
'm
journeying
in
a
threesome
with
a
woman
and
youngster
.
The
woman
is
sick
.
Seriously
sick
.
I
caught
up
with
you
to
ask
for
help
.
"
"
Damn
it
,
we
do
n't
have
a
medic
here
.
"
The
dwarf
spat
at
the
naming
logs
.
"
Where
have
you
left
them
?
"
"
Half
a
furlong
from
here
,
by
the
roadside
.
"
"
You
lead
the
way
.
