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"
Do
n't
yell
,
Triss
has
just
fallen
asleep
!
"
"
It
's
my
wagon
!
I
'll
yell
if
I
want
to
!
"
"
Stumpy
!
"
"
What
?
You
impertinent
brat
!
"
"
Stump
!
"
"
I
'll
show
you
stump
...
Oh
,
damn
it
!
Pprrr
!
"
The
dwarf
leaned
far
back
,
pulling
at
the
reins
at
the
very
last
moment
,
just
as
the
two
horses
were
on
the
point
of
stepping
over
a
log
blocking
their
way
.
Yarpen
stood
up
in
the
box
and
,
swearing
in
both
human
and
dwarvish
,
whistling
and
roaring
,
brought
the
cart
to
a
halt
.
Dwarves
and
humans
alike
,
leaping
from
their
wagons
,
ran
up
and
helped
lead
the
horses
to
the
clear
path
,
tugging
them
on
by
their
halters
and
harnesses
.
"
Dozing
off
,
eh
Yarpen
?
"
growled
Paulie
Dahlberg
as
he
approached
.
"
Bloody
hell
,
if
you
'd
ridden
over
that
the
axle
would
be
done
for
,
and
the
wheels
shattered
to
hell
.
Damn
it
,
what
were
you
-
"
"
Piss
off
,
Paulie
!
"
roared
Yarpen
Zigrin
and
furiously
lashed
the
horses
"
hindquarters
with
the
reins
.
"
You
were
lucky
,
"
said
Ciri
,
ever
so
sweetly
,
squeezing
onto
the
box
next
to
the
dwarf
.
"
As
you
can
see
,
it
's
better
to
have
a
witcher-girl
on
your
wagon
than
to
travel
alone
.
I
warned
you
just
in
time
.
But
if
you
'd
been
in
the
middle
of
pissing
from
the
box
and
ridden
onto
that
log
,
well
,
well
.
