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"
You
saw
the
ring
,
"
drawled
the
commissar
.
"
And
if
you
did
n't
recognise
the
sign
on
the
jewel
then
I
wonder
who
you
are
.
The
colours
of
your
unit
bear
the
same
emblem
so
you
ought
to
know
it
.
"
The
soldier
clearly
restrained
himself
,
influenced
,
no
doubt
,
equally
by
Wenck
's
calm
words
and
the
serious
,
determined
faces
peering
from
the
escort
's
carts
.
"
Hmm
...
"
he
said
,
shifting
his
fur-hat
towards
his
left
ear
.
"
Fine
.
But
if
you
truly
are
who
you
claim
to
be
,
you
will
not
,
I
trust
,
have
anything
against
my
having
a
look
to
see
what
you
carry
in
the
wagons
.
"
"
We
will
indeed
.
"
Wenck
frowned
.
"
And
very
much
,
at
that
.
Our
load
is
not
your
business
,
lance-corporal
.
Besides
,
I
do
not
understand
what
you
think
you
may
find
there
.
"
"
You
do
not
understand
.
"
The
soldier
nodded
,
lowering
his
hand
towards
the
hilt
of
his
sword
.
"
So
I
shall
tell
you
,
sir
.
Human
trafficking
is
forbidden
and
there
is
no
lack
of
scoundrels
selling
slaves
to
the
Nilfgaardians
.
If
I
find
humans
in
stocks
in
your
wagons
,
you
will
not
convince
me
that
you
are
in
the
king
's
service
.
Even
if
you
were
to
show
me
a
dozen
rings
.
"
"
Fine
,
"
said
Wenck
dryly
.
"
If
it
is
slaves
you
are
looking
for
then
look
.
You
have
my
permission
.
"
The
soldier
cantered
to
the
wagon
in
the
middle
,
leaned
over
from
the
saddle
and
raised
the
canvas
.
"
What
's
in
those
barrels
?
"
"
What
do
you
expect
?
Prisoners
?
"
sneered
Yannick
Brass
,
sprawled
in
the
coachman
's
box
.
