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more
than
two
thousand
species
of
fish
living
in
this
river
only
fifty
years
ago
,
not
more
than
nine
hundred
remain
.
It
is
truly
sad
.
"
They
both
leaned
against
the
railing
and
stared
into
the
murky
green
depths
.
The
tide
must
have
already
been
coming
in
because
the
stench
of
the
water
was
growing
stronger
.
The
first
dead
rats
appeared
.
"
The
white-finned
bullhead
has
died
off
completely
.
"
Linus
Pitt
broke
the
silence
.
"
The
mullet
has
died
,
as
have
the
snakehead
,
the
kithara
,
the
striped
loach
,
the
redbelly
dace
,
the
long-barbel
gudgeon
,
the
king
pickerel
...
"
At
a
distance
of
about
twenty
yards
from
the
ship
's
side
,
the
water
surged
.
For
a
moment
,
both
men
saw
a
twenty-pound
or
more
specimen
of
the
king
pickerel
swallowing
a
dead
rat
and
disappearing
into
the
depths
,
having
gracefully
flashed
its
tail
fin
.
"
What
was
that
?
"
The
Master
Tutor
shuddered
.
"
I
do
n't
know
.
"
Geralt
looked
at
the
sky
.
"
A
penguin
maybe
?
"
The
scholar
glanced
at
him
and
bit
his
lips
.
"
In
all
certainty
it
was
not
,
however
,
your
mythical
aeschna
!
I
have
been
told
that
witchers
possess
considerable
knowledge
about
some
rare
species
.
But
you
,
you
not
only
repeat
rumours
and
tales
,
you
are
also
mocking
me
in
a
most
crude
manner
...
Are
you
listening
to
me
at
all
?
"
"
The
mist
is
n't
going
to
lift
,
"
said
Geralt
quietly
.
"
Huh
?
"
