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drooped
into
Olsen
's
hands
with
a
cutlass
buried
to
the
hilt
in
his
ribs
.
The
witcher
leaped
over
the
low
railing
.
Before
the
water
--
thick
with
algae
--
closed
in
over
his
head
,
he
heard
Linus
Pitt
,
the
Lecturer
of
Natural
History
at
the
Academy
of
Oxenfurt
,
shout
,
"
What
is
that
?
What
species
?
No
such
animal
exists
!
"
He
emerged
just
by
the
Temerian
lighter
,
miraculously
avoiding
the
fishing
spear
which
one
of
baldy
's
men
was
jabbing
at
him
.
The
Guard
did
n't
have
time
to
strike
him
again
before
he
splashed
into
the
water
with
an
arrow
in
his
throat
.
Geralt
,
catching
hold
of
the
dropped
spear
,
rebounded
with
his
legs
against
the
side
of
the
boat
,
dived
into
the
seething
whirlpool
and
forcefully
jabbed
at
something
,
hoping
it
was
not
Everett
.
"
It
's
impossible
!
"
he
heard
the
Master
Tutor
's
cries
.
"
Such
an
animal
ca
n't
exist
!
At
least
,
it
should
n't
!
"
I
agree
with
that
last
statement
entirely
,
thought
the
witcher
,
jabbing
the
aeschna
's
armour
,
bristling
with
its
hard
bumps
.
The
corpse
of
the
Temerian
Guard
was
bouncing
up
and
down
inertly
in
the
sickle-shaped
jaws
of
the
monster
,
trailing
blood
.
The
aeschna
swung
its
flat
tail
violently
and
dived
to
the
bottom
,
raising
clouds
of
silt
.
He
heard
a
thin
cry
.
Everett
,
stirring
the
water
like
a
little
dog
,
had
caught
hold
of
baldy
's
legs
as
he
was
trying
to
climb
on
to
the
lighter
by
the
ropes
hanging
down
the
side
.
The
ropes
gave
way
and
both
the
Guard
and
the
boy
disappeared
with
a
gurgle
under
the
surface
of
the
water
.
Geralt
threw
himself
in
their
direction
and
dived
.
The
fact
that
he
almost
immediately
came
across
the
little
boy
's
beaver
collar
was
nothing
but
luck
.
He
tore
Everett
from
the
entangled
algae
,
swam
out
on
his
back
and
,
kicking
with
his
legs
,
reached
the
barge
.
"
Here
,
Geralt
!
Here
!
"
He
heard
cries
and
shouts
,
each
louder
than
the
other
:
"
Give
him
here
!
'
,
"
The
rope
!
Catch
hold
of
the
rope
!
'
,
"
Pooooox
!
'
,
"
The
rope
!
Geraaalt
!
'
,
"
With
the
boathook
,
with
the
boathook
!
'
,
"
My
booyyyy
!
'
.
Someone
tore
the
boy
from
his
arms
and
dragged
him
upwards
.
At
the
same
moment
,
someone
else
caught
Geralt
from
behind
,
struck
him
in
the
back
of
the
head
,
covered
him
over
with
his
bulk
and
pushed
him
under
the
water
.
Geralt
let
go
of
the
fishing
spear
,
turned
and
caught
his
assailant
by
the
belt
.
With
his
other
hand
he
tried
to
grab
him
by
the
hair
but
in
vain
.
It
was
baldy
.
