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Ciri
saw
Geralt
catch
up
with
the
speeding
wagon
and
with
a
short
,
spare
slash
of
his
sword
swipe
one
of
the
elves
from
his
saddle
while
Wenck
,
riding
up
on
the
opposite
side
,
hewed
at
the
other
,
the
elf
shooting
the
horses
.
Yannick
threw
the
reins
down
and
jumped
off
--
straight
under
the
third
Scoia
'
tael
's
horse
.
The
elf
stood
in
his
stirrups
and
slashed
at
him
with
his
sword
.
The
dwarf
fell
.
At
that
moment
the
flaming
wagon
crashed
into
those
still
fighting
,
parting
and
scattering
them
.
Ciri
barely
managed
to
pull
Triss
out
from
beneath
the
crazed
horses
"
hooves
at
the
last
moment
.
The
swingle-tree
tore
away
with
a
crack
,
the
wagon
leaped
into
the
air
,
lost
a
wheel
and
overturned
,
scattering
its
load
and
smouldering
boards
everywhere
.
Ciri
dragged
the
enchantress
under
Yarpen
's
overturned
wagon
.
Paulie
Dahlberg
,
who
suddenly
found
himself
next
to
her
,
helped
,
while
Geralt
covered
them
both
,
shoving
Roach
between
them
and
the
charging
Scoia
'
tael
.
All
around
the
wagon
,
battle
seethed
:
Ciri
heard
shouting
,
blades
clashing
,
horses
snorting
,
hooves
clattering
.
Yarpen
,
Wenck
and
Geralt
,
surrounded
on
all
sides
by
the
elves
,
fought
like
raging
demons
.
The
fighters
were
suddenly
parted
by
Regan
's
span
as
he
struggled
in
the
coachman
's
box
with
a
halfling
wearing
a
lynx
fur
hat
.
The
halfling
was
sitting
on
Regan
trying
to
jab
him
with
a
long
knife
.
Yarpen
deftly
leaped
onto
the
wagon
,
caught
the
halfling
by
the
neck
and
kicked
him
overboard
.
Regan
gave
a
piercing
yell
,
grabbed
the
reins
and
lashed
the
horses
.
The
span
jerked
,
the
wagon
rolled
and
gathered
speed
in
a
flash
.
"
Circle
,
Regan
!
"
roared
Yarpen
.
"
Circle
!
Go
round
!
"
The
wagon
turned
and
descended
on
the
elves
again
,
parting
them
.
One
of
them
sprung
up
,
grabbed
the
right
lead-horse
by
the
halter
but
could
n't
stop
him
;
the
impetus
threw
him
under
the
hooves
and
wheels
.
Ciri
heard
an
excruciating
scream
.
Another
elf
,
galloping
next
to
them
,
gave
a
backhanded
swipe
with
his
sword
.
Yarpen
ducked
,
the
blade
rang
against
the
hoop
supporting
the
canvas
and
the
momentum
carried
the
elf
forward
.
The
dwarf
hunched
abruptly
and
vigorously
swung
his
arm
.
The
Scoia
'
tael
yelled
,
stiffened
in
the
saddle
and
tumbled
to
the
ground
.
A
martel
protruded
between
his
shoulder
blades
.
"
Come
on
then
,
you
whoresons
!
"
Yarpen
roared
,
whirling
his
axe
.
"
Who
else
?
Chase
a
circle
,
Regan
!
Go
round
!
"
