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The
eyes
of
the
long-legged
elf
were
glassy
and
dull
.
Her
contorted
lips
were
frozen
in
a
soundless
cry
.
Geralt
put
his
arms
around
Ciri
.
Slowly
,
he
unpinned
the
white
rose
,
spattered
with
dark
stains
,
from
her
jerkin
and
,
without
a
word
,
threw
it
on
the
Squirrel
's
body
.
"
Farewell
,
"
whispered
Ciri
.
"
Farewell
,
Rose
of
Shaerrawedd
.
Farewell
and
...
"
"
And
forgive
us
,
"
added
the
witcher
They
roam
the
land
,
importunate
and
insolent
,
nominating
themselves
the
stalkers
of
evil
,
vanquishers
of
werewolves
and
exterminators
of
spectres
,
extorting
payment
from
the
gullible
and
,
on
receipt
of
their
ignoble
earnings
,
moving
on
to
dispense
the
same
deceit
in
the
near
vicinity
.
The
easiest
access
they
find
at
cottages
of
honest
,
simple
and
unwitting
peasants
who
readily
ascribe
all
misfortune
and
ill
events
to
spells
,
unnatural
creatures
and
monsters
,
the
doings
of
windsprites
or
evil
spirits
.
Instead
of
praying
to
the
gods
,
instead
of
bearing
rich
offerings
to
the
temple
,
such
a
simpleton
is
ready
to
give
his
last
penny
to
the
base
witcher
,
believing
the
witcher
,
the
godless
changeling
,
will
turn
around
his
fate
and
save
him
from
misfortune
.
Anonymous
,
Monstrum
,
or
Description
of
the
Witcher
I
have
nothing
against
witchers
.
Let
them
hunt
vampires
.
As
long
as
they
pay
taxes
.
Radovid
III
the
Bold
,
King
of
Redania
If
you
thirst
for
justice
,
hire
a
witcher
.
Grafitti
on
the
wall
of
the
Faculty
of
Law
,
University
of
Oxenfurt
