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I

undertake

to

put

an

end

to

the

Squirrels

in

Temeria

and

Sodden

within

six

months

.

Those

lands

have

already

run

with

elven

blood

once

,

shed

by

our

ancestors

.

I

consider

the

blood-letting

a

tragedy

,

but

I

do

not

see

an

alternative

the

tragedy

will

be

repeated

.

The

elves

have

to

be

pacified

.

"

"

Your

army

will

march

against

the

elves

if

you

give

the

order

,

"

nodded

Demawend

.

"

But

will

it

march

against

humans

?

Against

the

peasantry

from

which

you

muster

your

infantry

?

Against

the

guilds

?

Against

the

free

towns

?

Speaking

of

the

Scoia

'

tael

,

Vizimir

described

only

one

stone

in

the

avalanche

.

Yes

,

yes

,

gentlemen

,

do

not

gape

at

me

like

that

!

Word

is

already

going

round

the

villages

and

towns

that

on

the

lands

already

taken

by

the

Nilfgaard

,

peasants

,

farmers

and

craftsmen

are

having

an

easier

life

,

freer

and

richer

,

and

that

merchants

"

guilds

have

more

privileges

...

We

are

inundated

with

goods

from

Nilfgaardian

manufactories

.

In

Brugge

and

Verden

their

coin

is

ousting

local

currency

.

If

we

sit

and

do

nothing

we

will

be

finished

,

at

odds

with

our

neighbours

,

embroiled

in

conflict

,

tangled

up

in

trying

to

quell

rebellions

and

riots

,

and

slowly

subdued

by

the

economic

strength

of

the

Nilfgaardians

.

We

will

be

finished

,

suffocating

in

our

own

stuffy

parochial

corner

because

--

understand

this

--

Nilfgaard

is

cutting

off

our

route

to

the

South

and

we

have

to

develop

,

we

have

to

be

expansive

,

otherwise

there

wo

n't

be

enough

room

here

for

our

grandchildren

!

"

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Those

gathered

said

nothing

.

Vizimir

of

Redania

sighed

deeply

,

grabbed

one

of

the

chalices

standing

on

the

table

and

took

a

long

draught

.

Rain

battered

against

the

windows

throughout

the

prolonged

silence

,

and

the

wind

howled

and

pounded

against

the

shutters

.

"

All

the

worries

of

which

we

talk

,

"

said

Henselt

finally

,

"

is

the

work

of

Nilfgaard

.

It

is

Emhyr

's

emissaries

who

are

inciting

the

non-humans

,

spreading

propaganda

and

calling

for

riots

.

It

is

they

who

are

throwing

gold

around

and

promising

privileges

to

corporations

and

guilds

,

assuring

barons

and

dukes

they

will

receive

high

positions

in

the

provinces

they

plan

to

create

in

place

of

our

kingdoms

.

I

do

n't

know

what

it

's

like

in

your

countries

,

but

in

Kaedwen

we

've

been

inundated

with

clerics

,

preachers

,

fortunetellers

and

other

shitty

mystics

all

appearing

out

of

the

blue

,

all

preaching

the

end

of

the

world

...

"

"

It

's

the

same

in

my

country

,

"

agreed

Foltest

.

"

Damn

it

,

for

so

many

years

there

was

peace

.

Ever

since

my

grandfather

showed

the

clerics

their

place

and

decimated

their

ranks

,

those

who

remained

stuck

to

useful

tasks

.

They

studied

books

and

instilled

knowledge

in

children

,

treated

the

sick

,

took

care

of

the

poor

,

the

handicapped

and

the

homeless

.

They

did

n't

get

mixed

up

in

politics

.

And

now

all

of

a

sudden

they

've

woken

up

and

are

yelling

nonsense

to

the

rabble

--

and

the

rabble

is

listening

and

believes

they

know

,

at

last

,

why

their

lives

are

so

hard

.

I

put

up

with

it

because

I

'm

less

impetuous

than

my

grandfather

and

less

sensitive

about

my

royal

authority

and

dignity

than

he

was

.

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What

sort

of

dignity

or

authority

would

it

be

,

anyway

,

if

it

could

be

undermined

by

the

squealings

of

some

deranged

fanatic

.

But

my

patience

is

coming

to

an

end

.

Recently

the

main

topic

of

preaching

has

been

of

a

Saviour

who

will

come

from

the

south

.

From

the

south

!

From

beyond

the

Yaruga

!

"

"

The

White

Flame

,

"

muttered

Demawend

.

"

White

Chill

will

come

to

be

,

and

after

it

the

White

Light

.

And

then

the

world

will

be

reborn

through

the

White

Flame

and

the

White

Queen

...

I

've

heard

it

,

too

.

It

's

a

travesty

of

the

prophecy

of

Ithlinne

aep

Aevenien

,

the

elven

seeress

.

I

gave

orders

to

catch

one

cleric

who

was

going

on

about

it

in

the

Vengerberg

market

place

and

the

torturer

asked

him

politely

and

at

length

how

much

gold

the

prophet

had

received

from

Emhyr

for

doing

it

...

But

the

preacher

only

prattled

on

about

the

White

Flame

and

the

White

Queen

...

the

same

thing

,

to

the

very

end

.

"

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