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"
Quieter
,
"
said
the
witcher
calmly
.
"
There
's
a
sick
woman
in
the
wagon
.
Understand
,
I
'm
not
criticising
your
decisions
or
your
resolutions
...
"
"
No
,
of
course
not
,
"
the
dwarf
interrupted
sarcastically
.
"
You
're
just
smiling
knowingly
about
them
.
"
"
Yarpen
I
'm
warning
you
,
as
one
friend
to
another
:
both
sides
despise
those
who
sit
on
the
fence
,
or
at
best
they
treat
them
with
suspicion
.
"
"
I
'm
not
sitting
.
I
'm
unambiguously
declaring
myself
to
be
on
one
side
.
"
"
But
you
'll
always
remain
a
dwarf
for
that
side
.
Someone
who
's
different
.
An
outsider
.
While
for
the
other
side
...
"
He
broke
off
.
"
Well
!
"
growled
Yarpen
turning
away
.
"
Well
,
go
on
,
what
are
you
waiting
for
?
Call
me
a
traitor
and
a
dog
on
a
human
leash
who
for
a
handful
of
silver
and
a
bowl
of
lousy
food
,
is
prepared
to
be
set
against
his
rebelling
kinsmen
who
are
fighting
for
freedom
.
Well
,
go
on
,
spit
it
out
.
I
do
n't
like
insinuations
.
"
"
No
,
Yarpen
,
"
said
Geralt
quietly
.
"
No
.
I
'm
not
going
to
spit
anything
out
.
"
"
Ah
,
you
're
not
?
"
The
dwarf
whipped
the
horses
.
"
You
do
n't
feel
like
it
?
You
prefer
to
stare
and
smile
?
Not
a
word
to
me
,
eh
?
But
you
could
say
it
to
Wenck
!
"
Please
do
n't
count
on
my
sword
.
