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Hey
,
you
there
!
Three
to
the
horses
,
saddle
the
spare
mounts
!
Geralt
,
will
your
sick
woman
hold
up
in
the
saddle
?
"
"
Not
really
.
That
's
why
I
had
to
leave
her
there
.
"
"
Get
the
sheepskin
,
canvas
sheet
and
two
poles
from
the
wagon
!
Quick
!
"
Vilfrid
Wenck
,
crossing
his
arms
,
hawked
loudly
.
"
We
're
on
the
trail
,
"
Yarpen
Zigrin
said
sharply
,
without
looking
at
him
.
"
You
do
n't
refuse
help
on
the
Trail
.
"
"
Damn
it
.
"
Yarpen
removed
his
palm
from
Triss
's
forehead
.
"
She
's
as
hot
as
a
furnace
.
I
do
n't
like
it
.
What
if
it
's
typhoid
or
dysentery
?
"
"
It
ca
n't
be
typhoid
or
dysentery
,
"
Geralt
lied
with
conviction
,
wrapping
the
horse
blankets
around
the
sick
woman
.
"
Wizards
are
immune
to
those
diseases
.
It
's
food
poisoning
,
nothing
contagious
.
"
"
Hmm
...
Well
,
all
right
.
I
'll
rummage
through
the
bags
.
I
used
to
have
some
good
medicine
for
the
runs
,
maybe
there
's
still
a
little
left
.
"
"
Ciri
,
"
muttered
the
witcher
,
passing
her
a
sheepskin
unstrapped
from
the
horse
,
"
go
to
sleep
,
you
're
barely
on
your
feet
.
No
,
not
in
the
wagon
.
We
'll
put
Triss
in
the
wagon
.
You
lie
down
next
to
the
fire
.
"
