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"
Boatbug
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'm
disembarking
in
Acorn
Bay
.
"
"
How
's
that
?
And
what
about
the
monster
?
"
"
That
's
your
problem
.
"
"
Speaking
of
problems
,
"
interrupted
Olsen
,
"
just
look
starboard
,
Geralt
.
Speak
of
the
devil
.
"
From
behind
an
island
,
from
the
swiftly
lifting
mist
,
loomed
a
lighter
.
A
black
burgee
dotted
with
silver
lilies
fluttered
lazily
from
its
mast
.
The
crew
consisted
of
several
men
wearing
the
pointed
hats
of
Temerian
Guards
.
Geralt
quickly
reached
into
his
bag
and
pulled
out
both
letters
-
the
one
from
Ciri
and
the
one
from
Yennefer
.
He
swiftly
tore
them
into
tiny
shreds
and
threw
them
into
the
river
.
The
customs
officer
watched
him
in
silence
.
"
Whatever
are
you
doing
,
may
I
ask
?
"
"
No
.
Boatbug
,
take
care
of
my
horse
.
"
"
You
want
to
...
"
Olsen
frowned
.
"
You
intend
to
-
"
"
What
I
intend
is
my
business
.
Do
n't
get
mixed
up
in
this
or
there
'll
be
an
incident
.
They
're
sailing
under
the
Temerian
flag
.
"
