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limbs
and
swung
its
tail-fan
vigorously
.
The
bald
man
surged
the
water
in
a
desperate
,
hopeless
attempt
to
escape
.
"
May
the
water
be
light
to
him
,
"
said
Olsen
.
But
he
did
not
remove
his
hat
.
"
My
daddy
,
"
rattled
Everett
with
his
teeth
,
"
can
swim
faster
than
that
man
!
"
"
Take
the
child
away
,
"
growled
the
witcher
.
The
monster
spread
its
claws
,
snapped
its
jaws
.
Linus
Pitt
grew
pale
and
turned
away
.
Baldy
shrieked
briefly
,
choked
and
disappeared
below
the
surface
.
The
water
throbbed
dark
red
.
"
Pox
.
"
Geralt
sat
down
heavily
on
the
deck
.
"
I
'm
too
old
for
this
sort
of
thing
...
Far
,
far
too
old
...
"
What
can
be
said
?
Dandilion
simply
adored
the
town
of
Oxenfurt
.
The
university
grounds
were
surrounded
by
a
wall
and
around
this
wall
was
another
ring
--
that
of
the
huge
,
loud
,
breathless
,
busy
and
noisy
townlet
.
The
wooden
,
colourful
town
of
Oxenfurt
with
its
narrow
streets
and
pointed
roofs
.
The
town
of
Oxenfurt
which
lived
off
the
Academy
,
off
its
students
,
lecturers
,
scholars
,
researchers
and
their
guests
,
who
lived
off
science
and
knowledge
,
off
what
accompanies
the
process
of
learning
.
In
the
town
of
Oxenfurt
,
from
the
by-products
and
chippings
of
theory
,
practice
,
business
and
profit
were
born
.
The
poet
rode
slowly
along
a
muddy
,
crowded
street
,
passing
workshops
,
studios
,
stalls
,
shops
small
and
large
where
,
thanks
to
the
Academy
,
tens
of
thousands
of
articles
and
wonderful
things
were
produced
and
sold
which
were
unattainable
in
other
corners
of
the
world
where
their
production
was
considered
impossible
,
or
pointless
.
