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"
Silence
!
"
shouted
the
knight
.
"
Silence
,
Vilfrid
!
Hey
,
quick
now
,
bring
the
stretcher
!
Stretcher
!
"
"
No
need
,
"
the
magician
said
hollowly
,
gazing
at
Wenck
's
lips
where
no
more
bubbles
appeared
.
Ciri
turned
away
and
pressed
her
face
to
Geralt
's
side
.
Fredegard
drew
himself
up
.
Yarpen
Zigrin
did
not
look
at
him
.
He
was
looking
at
the
dead
.
At
Regan
Dahlberg
still
kneeling
over
his
brother
.
"
It
was
necessary
,
Zigrin
,
"
said
the
knight
.
"
This
is
war
.
There
was
an
order
.
We
had
to
be
sure
...
"
Yarpen
did
not
say
anything
.
The
knight
lowered
his
eyes
.
"
Forgive
us
,
"
he
whispered
.
The
dwarf
slowly
turned
his
head
,
looked
at
him
.
At
Geralt
.
At
Ciri
.
At
them
all
.
The
humans
.
"
What
have
you
done
to
us
?
"
he
asked
bitterly
.
"
What
have
you
done
to
us
?
What
have
you
made
of
us
?
"
No
one
answered
him
.
