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"
Of
course
.
"
The
medical
student
smiled
readily
.
"
Just
out
of
curiosity
to
see
,
close
up
,
the
famous
-
"
"
Quieter
,
I
asked
you
.
Only
remember
:
not
a
word
to
anyone
.
"
A
physician
's
secret
.
"
Shani
smiled
even
more
beautifully
and
Dandilion
was
once
more
filled
with
the
desire
to
finally
compose
a
ballad
about
girls
like
her
--
not
too
pretty
but
nonetheless
beautiful
,
girls
of
whom
one
dreams
at
night
when
those
of
classical
beauty
are
forgotten
after
five
minutes
.
"
Thank
you
,
Shani
.
"
"
It
's
nothing
,
Dandilion
.
See
you
later
.
Take
care
.
"
Duly
kissing
each
other
's
cheeks
,
the
bard
and
the
medical
student
briskly
moved
off
in
opposite
directions
--
she
towards
the
faculty
,
he
towards
Thinkers
"
Park
.
He
passed
the
modern
,
gloomy
Faculty
of
Technology
building
,
dubbed
the
"
Deus
ex
machina
"
by
the
students
,
and
turned
on
to
Guildenstern
Bridge
.
He
did
not
get
far
.
Two
people
lurked
around
a
corner
in
the
lane
,
by
the
flowerbed
with
a
bronze
bust
of
the
first
chancellor
of
the
Academy
,
Nicodemus
de
Boot
.
As
was
the
habit
of
all
snoops
in
the
world
,
they
avoided
meeting
other
's
eyes
and
,
like
all
snoops
in
the
world
,
they
had
coarse
,
pale
faces
.
These
they
tried
very
hard
to
furnish
with
an
intelligent
expression
,
thanks
to
which
they
resembled
demented
monkeys
.
"
Greetings
from
Dijkstra
,
"
said
one
of
the
spies
.
"
We
're
off
.
"
"
Likewise
,
"
the
bard
replied
impudently
.
"
Off
you
go
.
"
The
spies
looked
at
each
other
then
,
rooted
to
the
spot
,
fixed
their
eyes
on
an
obscene
word
which
someone
had
scribbled
in
charcoal
on
the
plinth
supporting
the
chancellor
's
bust
.
Dandilion
sighed
.
"
Just
as
I
thought
,
"
he
said
,
adjusting
the
lute
on
his
shoulder
.
"
So
am
I
going
to
be
irrevocably
forced
to
accompany
you
somewhere
,
gentlemen
?
Too
bad
.
Let
's
go
then
.
You
go
first
,
I
'll
follow
.
In
this
particular
instance
,
age
may
go
before
beauty
.
"
Dijkstra
,
head
of
King
Vizimir
of
Redania
's
secret
service
,
did
not
resemble
a
spy
.
He
was
far
from
the
stereotype
which
dictated
that
a
spy
should
be
short
,
thin
,
rat-like
,
and
have
piercing
eyes
forever
casting
furtive
glances
from
beneath
a
black
hood
.
Dijkstra
,
as
Dandilion
knew
,
never
wore
hoods
and
had
a
decided
preference
for
bright
coloured
clothing
.
He
was
almost
seven
foot
tall
and
probably
only
weighed
a
little
under
two
quintals
.
When
he
crossed
his
arms
over
his
chest
--
which
he
did
with
habitual
pleasure
--
it
looked
as
if
two
cachalots
had
prostrated
themselves
over
a
whale
.
As
far
as
his
features
,
hair
colour
and
complexion
were
concerned
,
he
looked
like
a
freshly
scrubbed
pig
.
Dandilion
knew
very
few
people
whose
appearance
was
as
deceptive
as
Dijkstra
's
--
because
this
porky
giant
who
gave
the
impression
of
being
a
sleepy
,
sluggish
moron
,
possessed
