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"
What
do
I
care
?
"
replied
Skaggs
with
a
shrug
.
"
That
's
a
human
affair
.
Whoever
you
chose
to
be
king
would
n't
be
a
dwarf
anyway
.
"
"
Or
an
elf
,
or
even
half-elf
,
"
added
the
tall
representative
of
the
Elder
Race
,
his
arm
still
wrapped
around
the
toque-wearing
beauty
.
"
You
even
consider
quarter-elves
inferior
--
"
"
That
's
where
it
stings
,
"
laughed
Vilibert
.
"
You
're
blowing
the
same
horn
as
Nilfgaard
because
Nilfgaard
is
also
shouting
about
equality
,
promising
you
a
return
to
the
old
order
as
soon
as
we
've
been
conquered
and
they
've
scythed
us
off
these
lands
.
That
's
the
sort
of
unity
,
the
sort
of
equality
you
're
dreaming
of
,
the
sort
you
're
talking
about
and
trumpeting
!
Nilfgaard
pays
you
gold
to
do
it
!
And
it
's
hardly
surprising
you
love
each
other
so
much
,
the
Nilfgaardians
being
an
elven
race
--
"
"
Nonsense
,
"
the
elf
said
coldly
.
"
You
talk
rubbish
,
sir
knight
.
You
're
clearly
blinded
by
racism
.
The
Nilfgaardians
are
human
,
just
like
you
.
"
"
That
's
an
outright
lie
!
They
're
descended
from
the
Black
Seidhe
and
everyone
knows
it
!
Elven
blood
flows
through
their
veins
!
The
blood
of
elves
!
"
"
And
what
flows
through
yours
?
"
The
elf
smiled
derisively
.
"
We
've
been
combining
our
blood
for
generations
,
for
centuries
,
your
race
and
mine
,
and
doing
so
quite
successfully
--
fortunately
or
unfortunately
,
I
do
n't
know
.
You
started
persecuting
mixed
relationships
less
than
a
quarter
of
a
century
ago
and
,
incidentally
,
not
very
successfully
.
So
show
me
a
human
now
who
has
n't
a
dash
of
Seidhe
Ichaer
,
the
blood
of
the
Elder
Race
.
"
Vilibert
visibly
turned
red
.
Vera
Loewenhaupt
also
flushed
.
Wizard
Radcliffe
bowed
his
head
and
coughed
.
And
,
most
interestingly
,
the
beautiful
elf
in
the
ermine
toque
blushed
too
.
"
We
are
all
children
of
Mother
Earth
.
"
The
grey-haired
druid
's
voice
resounded
in
the
silence
.
"
We
are
children
of
Mother
Nature
.
And
though
we
do
not
respect
our
mother
,
though
we
often
worry
her
and
cause
her
pain
,
though
we
break
her
heart
,
she
loves
us
.
Loves
us
all
.
Let
us
remember
that
,
we
who
are
assembled
here
in
this
Seat
of
Friendship
.
And
let
us
not
bicker
over
which
of
us
was
here
first
:
Acorn
was
the
first
to
be
thrown
up
by
the
waves
and
from
Acorn
sprouted
the
Great
Bleobheris
,
the
oldest
of
oaks
.
Standing
beneath
its
crown
,
amongst
its
primordial
roots
,
let
us
not
forget
our
own
brotherly
roots
,
the
earth
from
which
these
roots
grow
.
Let
us
remember
the
words
of
Poet
Dandilion
's
song
--
"
