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Regan
,
tossing
his
bloodied
mane
of
hair
,
hunched
in
the
box
amidst
the
whizzing
of
arrows
,
howled
like
the
damned
,
and
mercilessly
lashed
the
horses
on
.
The
span
dashed
in
a
tight
circle
,
creating
a
moving
barricade
belching
flames
and
smoke
around
the
overturned
wagon
beneath
which
Ciri
had
dragged
the
semiconscious
,
battered
magician
.
Not
far
from
them
danced
Wenck
's
horse
,
a
mouse-coloured
stallion
.
Wenck
was
hunched
over
;
Ciri
saw
the
white
feathers
of
an
arrow
sticking
out
of
his
side
.
Despite
the
wound
,
he
was
skilfully
hacking
his
way
past
two
elves
on
foot
,
attacking
him
from
both
sides
.
As
Ciri
watched
another
arrow
struck
him
in
the
back
.
The
commissar
collapsed
forward
onto
his
horse
's
neck
but
remained
in
the
saddle
.
Paulie
Dahlberg
rushed
to
his
aid
.
Ciri
was
left
alone
.
She
reached
for
her
sword
.
The
blade
which
throughout
her
training
had
leaped
out
from
her
back
in
a
flash
would
not
let
itself
be
drawn
for
anything
;
it
resisted
her
,
stuck
in
its
scabbard
as
if
glued
in
tar
.
Amongst
the
whirl
seething
around
her
,
amongst
moves
so
swift
that
they
blurred
in
front
of
her
eyes
,
her
sword
seemed
strangely
,
unnaturally
slow
;
it
seemed
ages
would
pass
before
it
could
be
fully
drawn
.
The
ground
trembled
and
shook
.
Ciri
suddenly
realised
that
it
was
not
the
ground
.
It
was
her
knees
.
Paulie
Dahlberg
,
keeping
the
elf
charging
at
him
at
bay
with
his
axe
,
dragged
the
wounded
Wenck
along
the
ground
.
Roach
flitted
past
,
beside
the
wagon
,
and
Geralt
threw
himself
at
the
elf
.
He
had
lost
his
headband
and
his
hair
streamed
out
behind
him
with
his
speed
.
Swords
clashed
.
Another
Scoia
'
tael
,
on
foot
,
leaped
out
from
behind
the
wagon
.
Paulie
abandoned
Wenck
,
pulled
himself
upright
and
brandished
his
axe
.
Then
froze
.
In
front
of
him
stood
a
dwarf
wearing
a
hat
adorned
with
a
squirrel
's
tail
,
his
black
beard
braided
into
two
plaits
.
Paulie
hesitated
.
The
black-beard
did
not
hesitate
for
a
second
.
He
struck
with
both
arms
.
The
blade
of
the
axe
whirred
and
fell
,
slicing
into
the
collar-bone
with
a
hideous
crunch
.
Paulie
fell
instantly
,
without
a
moan
;
it
looked
as
if
the
force
of
the
blow
had
broken
both
his
knees
.
