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"
I
do
n't
know
where
it
is
,
"
the
troubadour
said
quickly
.
"
I
'm
not
lying
.
I
really
do
n't
know
--
"
"
Too
quick
,
Dandilion
,
too
quick
.
"
Rience
smiled
ominously
.
"
Too
eager
.
You
are
cunning
but
not
careful
enough
.
You
do
n't
know
where
it
is
,
you
say
.
But
I
warrant
you
know
what
it
is
.
"
Dandilion
clenched
his
teeth
with
anger
and
despair
.
"
Well
?
"
Rience
made
a
sign
to
the
reeking
man
.
"
Where
is
the
witcher
hiding
?
What
is
the
place
called
?
"
The
poet
remained
silent
.
The
rope
tightened
,
twisting
his
hands
painfully
,
and
his
feet
left
the
ground
.
Dandilion
let
out
a
howl
,
brief
and
broken
because
Rience
's
wizardly
ring
immediately
gagged
him
.
"
Higher
,
higher
.
"
Rience
rested
his
hands
on
his
hips
.
"
You
know
,
Dandilion
,
I
could
use
magic
to
sound
out
your
mind
,
but
it
's
exhausting
.
Besides
,
I
like
seeing
people
's
eyes
pop
out
of
their
sockets
from
pain
.
And
you
're
going
to
tell
me
anyway
.
"
Dandilion
knew
he
would
.
The
rope
secured
to
his
ankles
grew
taut
,
the
bucket
of
lime
scraped
along
the
ground
.
"
Sir
,
"
said
the
first
ruffian
suddenly
,
covering
the
lantern
with
his
cloak
and
peering
through
the
gap
in
the
pigsty
door
,
"
someone
's
coming
.
A
lass
,
I
think
.
"
"
You
know
what
to
do
,
"
Rience
hissed
.
"
Put
the
lantern
out
.
"
The
reeking
man
released
the
rope
and
Dandilion
tumbled
inertly
to
the
ground
,
falling
in
such
a
way
that
he
could
see
the
man
with
the
lantern
standing
at
the
door
and
the
reeking
man
,
a
long
knife
in
his
hand
,
lying
in
wait
on
the
other
side
.
Light
broke
in
from
the
bawdy-house
through
gaps
in
the
planks
,
and
the
poet
heard
the
singing
and
hubbub
.
