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"
Better
,
"
moaned
the
magician
.
"
Better
,
but
...
Listen
,
Geralt
...
I
'd
like
to
"
Yes
?
"
The
witcher
leaned
over
but
Triss
was
already
asleep
.
He
straightened
himself
,
stretched
.
"
Geralt
,
"
whispered
Ciri
,
"
are
they
going
to
let
us
travel
on
the
wagon
?
"
"
We
'll
see
.
"
He
bit
his
lip
.
"
Sleep
while
you
can
.
Rest
.
"
He
jumped
down
off
the
wagon
.
Ciri
heard
the
sound
of
the
camp
packing
up
--
horses
stamping
,
harnesses
ringing
,
poles
squeaking
,
swingle-trees
grating
,
and
talking
and
cursing
.
And
then
,
nearby
,
Yarpen
Zigrin
's
hoarse
voice
and
the
calm
voice
of
the
tall
man
called
Wenck
.
And
the
cold
voice
of
Geralt
.
She
raised
herself
and
carefully
peered
out
from
behind
the
canvas
.
"
I
have
no
categorical
interdictions
on
this
matter
,
"
declared
Wenck
.
"
Excellent
.
"
The
dwarf
brightened
.
"
So
the
matter
's
settled
?
"
The
commissar
raised
his
hand
a
little
,
indicating
that
he
had
not
yet
finished
.
He
was
silent
for
a
while
,
and
Geralt
and
Yarpin
waited
patiently
.
"
Nevertheless
,
"
Wenck
said
finally
,
"
when
it
comes
to
the
safe
arrival
of
this
caravan
,
it
's
my
head
on
the
line
.
"
Again
he
said
nothing
.
This
time
no
one
interrupted
.
There
was
no
question
about
it
--
one
had
to
get
used
to
long
intervals
between
sentences
when
speaking
to
the
commissar
.
