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Roach
,
Geralt
's
mare
,
tethered
to
the
wagon
,
greeted
her
with
a
quiet
neigh
.
She
could
n't
see
her
chestnut
anywhere
or
Triss
's
dun
.
No
doubt
they
were
at
the
rear
,
with
the
convoy
's
spare
horses
.
Geralt
was
sitting
on
the
coachman
's
box
next
to
Yarpen
.
They
were
talking
quietly
,
drinking
beer
from
a
barrel
perched
between
them
.
Ciri
pricked
up
her
ears
but
soon
grew
bored
--
the
discussion
concerned
politics
and
was
mainly
about
King
Henselt
's
intentions
and
plans
,
and
some
special
service
or
missions
to
do
with
secretly
aiding
his
neighbour
,
King
Demawend
of
Aedirn
,
who
was
being
threatened
by
war
.
Geralt
expressed
interest
about
how
five
wagons
of
salted
fish
could
help
Aedirn
's
defence
.
Yarpen
,
ignoring
the
gibe
in
Geralt
's
voice
,
explained
that
some
species
of
fish
were
so
valuable
that
a
few
wagon-loads
would
suffice
to
pay
an
armoured
company
for
a
year
,
and
each
new
armoured
company
was
a
considerable
help
.
Geralt
was
surprised
that
the
aid
had
to
be
quite
so
secretive
,
to
which
the
dwarf
replied
that
was
why
the
secret
was
a
secret
.
Triss
tossed
in
her
sleep
,
shook
the
compress
off
and
talked
indistinctly
to
herself
.
She
demanded
that
someone
called
Kevyn
kept
his
hands
to
himself
,
and
immediately
after
that
declared
that
destiny
can
not
be
avoided
.
Finally
,
having
stated
that
everyone
,
absolutely
everyone
,
is
a
mutant
to
a
certain
degree
,
she
fell
into
a
peaceful
sleep
.
Ciri
also
felt
sleepy
but
was
brought
to
her
senses
by
Yarpen
's
chuckle
,
as
he
reminded
Geralt
of
their
past
adventures
.
This
one
concerned
a
hunt
for
a
golden
dragon
who
instead
of
allowing
itself
to
be
hunted
down
had
counted
the
hunters
"
bones
and
then
eaten
a
cobbler
called
Goatmuncher
.
Ciri
began
to
listen
with
greater
interest
.
Geralt
asked
about
what
had
happened
to
the
Slashers
but
Yarpen
did
n't
know
.
Yarpen
,
in
turn
,
was
curious
about
a
woman
called
Yennefer
,
at
which
Geralt
grew
oddly
uncommunicative
.
The
dwarf
drank
more
beer
and
started
to
complain
that
Yennefer
still
bore
him
a
grudge
although
a
good
few
years
had
gone
by
since
those
days
.
"
I
came
across
her
at
the
market
in
Gors
Velen
,
"
he
recounted
.
"
She
barely
noticed
me
--
she
spat
like
a
she-cat
and
insulted
my
deceased
mother
horribly
.
I
fled
for
all
I
was
worth
,
but
she
shouted
after
me
that
she
'd
catch
up
with
me
one
day
and
make
grass
grow
out
of
my
arse
.
"
Ciri
giggled
,
imagining
Yarpen
with
the
grass
.
Geralt
grunted
something
about
women
and
their
impulsive
natures
--
which
the
dwarf
considered
far
too
mild
a
description
for
maliciousness
,
obstinacy
and
vindictiveness
.
Geralt
did
not
take
up
the
subject
and
Ciri
fell
into
dozing
once
more
.
This
time
she
was
woken
by
raised
voices
.
Yarpen
's
voice
to
be
exact
--
he
was
yelling
.
"
Oh
yes
!
So
you
know
!
That
's
what
I
've
decided
!
"
