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"
Do
n't
argue
!
"
growled
Yarpen
.
"
Scuttle
back
there
and
be
quick
about
it
!
And
hand
me
the
martel
.
It
's
under
the
sheepskin
.
"
"
This
?
"
Ciri
held
up
a
heavy
,
nasty-looking
object
,
like
a
hammer
with
a
sharp
,
slightly
curved
hook
at
its
head
.
"
That
's
it
,
"
confirmed
the
dwarf
.
He
slipped
the
handle
into
the
top
of
his
boot
and
laid
the
axe
on
his
knees
.
Wenck
,
seeming
calm
,
watched
the
highway
while
sheltering
his
eyes
with
his
hand
.
"
Light
cavalry
from
Ban
Glean
,
"
he
surmised
after
a
while
.
"
The
so-called
Dun
Banner
--
I
recognise
them
by
their
cloaks
and
beaver
hats
.
Remain
calm
.
And
stay
sharp
.
Cloaks
and
beaver
hats
can
be
pretty
quick
to
change
owners
.
"
The
riders
approached
swiftly
.
There
were
about
ten
of
them
.
Ciri
saw
Paulie
Dahlberg
,
in
the
wagon
behind
her
,
place
two
readied
crossbows
on
his
knee
and
Regan
covered
them
with
a
cloak
.
Ciri
crept
stealthily
out
from
under
the
canvas
,
hiding
behind
Yarpen
's
broad
back
.
Triss
tried
to
raise
herself
,
swore
and
collapsed
against
her
bedding
.
"
Halt
!
"
shouted
the
first
of
the
riders
,
no
doubt
their
leader
.
Who
are
you
?
From
whence
and
to
where
do
you
ride
?
"
Who
asks
?
"
Wenck
calmly
pulled
himself
upright
in
the
saddle
.
"
And
on
whose
authority
?
"
"
King
Henselt
's
army
,
inquisitive
sir
!
Lance-corporal
Zyvik
asks
,
and
he
is
unused
to
asking
twice
!
So
answer
at
the
double
!
Who
are
you
?
"
"
Quartermaster
's
service
of
the
King
's
army
.
"
