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Both
men
emerged
,
but
only
for
an
instant
.
The
Temerian
lighter
had
already
moved
a
little
from
the
barge
and
both
Geralt
and
baldy
,
locked
in
an
embrace
,
were
in
between
them
.
Baldy
caught
Geralt
by
the
throat
;
the
witcher
dug
a
thumb
in
his
eye
.
The
Guard
yelled
,
let
go
and
swam
away
.
Geralt
could
not
swim
--
something
was
holding
him
by
the
leg
and
dragging
him
into
the
depths
.
Next
to
him
,
half
a
body
bounced
to
the
surface
like
a
cork
.
And
then
he
knew
what
was
holding
him
;
the
information
Linus
Pitt
yelled
from
the
barge
deck
was
unnecessary
.
"
It
's
an
anthropod
!
Order
Amphipoda
!
Group
Mandibulatissimae
!
"
Geralt
violently
thrashed
his
arms
in
the
water
,
trying
to
yank
his
leg
from
the
aeschna
's
claws
as
they
pulled
him
towards
the
rhyth
mical
snap
of
its
jaws
.
The
Master
Tutor
was
correct
once
again
.
The
jaws
were
anything
but
small
.
"
Grab
hold
of
the
rope
!
"
yelled
Olsen
.
"
The
rope
,
grab
it
!
"
A
fishing
spear
whistled
past
the
witcher
's
ear
and
plunged
with
a
smack
into
the
monster
's
algae-ridden
armour
as
it
surfaced
.
Geralt
caught
hold
of
the
shaft
,
pressed
down
on
it
,
bounced
forcefully
away
,
brought
his
free
leg
in
and
kicked
the
aeschna
violently
.
He
tore
himself
away
from
the
spiked
paws
,
leaving
his
boot
,
a
fair
part
of
his
trousers
and
a
good
deal
of
skin
behind
.
More
fishing
spears
and
harpoons
whizzed
through
the
air
,
most
of
them
missing
their
mark
.
The
aeschna
drew
in
its
paws
,
swished
its
tail
and
gracefully
dived
into
the
green
depths
.
Geralt
seized
the
rope
which
fell
straight
onto
his
face
.
The
boathook
,
catching
him
painfully
in
the
side
,
caught
him
by
the
belt
.
He
felt
a
tug
,
rode
upwards
and
,
taken
up
by
many
hands
,
rolled
over
the
railing
and
tumbled
on
deck
dripping
with
water
,
slime
,
weeds
and
blood
.
The
passengers
,
barge
crew
and
customs
officers
crowded
around
him
.
Leaning
over
the
railings
,
the
dwarf
with
the
fox
furs
and
Olsen
were
firing
their
bows
.
Everett
,
wet
and
green
with
algae
,
his
teeth
clattering
,
sobbed
in
his
mother
's
arms
explaining
to
everybody
that
he
had
n't
meanl
to
do
it
.
"
Geralt
!
"
Boatbug
yelled
at
his
ear
,
"
are
you
dead
?
"
"
Damn
it
...
"
The
witcher
spat
out
seaweed
.
"
I
'm
too
old
for
this
sort
of
thing
...
Too
old
...
"
Nearby
,
the
dwarf
released
his
bowstring
and
Olsen
roared
joyously
.
"
Right
in
the
belly
!
Ooh-ha-ha
!
Great
shot
,
my
furry
friend
!
Hey
,
Boratek
,
give
him
back
his
money
!
He
deserves
a
tax
reduction
for
that
shot
!
"
