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Was
I
supposed
to
come
alone
,
at
night
,
to
this
forsaken
neighbourhood
of
yours
?
What
,
you
think
I
do
n't
value
my
maidenhood
or
something
?
Let
me
in
,
damn
it
!
"
Muttering
under
his
breath
,
Myhrman
released
the
stopper
on
the
winch
and
the
bridge
creaked
down
,
hitting
the
planks
of
the
deck
.
The
old
fraud
minced
to
the
door
and
pulled
back
the
bolts
and
locks
.
Without
putting
his
crossbow
aside
,
he
carefully
peered
out
.
He
did
n't
notice
the
fist
clad
in
a
black
silver-studded
glove
as
it
flew
towards
the
side
of
his
head
.
But
although
the
night
was
dark
,
the
moon
was
new
and
the
sky
overcast
,
he
suddenly
saw
ten
thousand
dazzlingly
bright
stars
.
Toublanc
Michelet
drew
the
whetstone
over
the
blade
of
his
sword
once
more
,
looking
totally
engrossed
in
this
activity
.
"
So
we
are
to
kill
one
man
for
you
.
"
He
set
the
stone
aside
,
wiped
the
blade
with
a
piece
of
greased
rabbit
skin
and
closely
examined
the
blade
.
"
An
ordinary
fellow
who
walks
around
the
streets
of
Oxenfurt
by
himself
,
without
a
guard
,
an
escort
or
bodyguards
.
Does
n't
even
have
any
knaves
hanging
about
.
We
wo
n't
have
to
clamber
into
any
castles
,
town
halls
,
mansion
houses
or
garrisons
to
get
at
him
...
Is
that
right
,
honourable
Rience
?
Have
I
understood
you
correctly
?
"
The
man
with
a
face
disfigured
by
a
burn
nodded
,
narrowing
his
moist
eyes
with
their
unpleasant
expression
a
little
.
"
On
top
of
that
,
"
Toublanc
continued
,
"
after
killing
this
fellow
we
wo
n't
be
forced
to
remain
hidden
somewhere
for
the
next
six
months
because
no
one
is
going
to
chase
or
follow
us
.
No
one
is
going
to
set
a
posse
or
reward
seekers
on
us
.
We
wo
n't
get
drawn
into
any
blood
feuds
or
vendettas
.
In
other
words
,
Master
Rience
,
we
're
to
finish
off
an
ordinary
,
common
fool
of
no
importance
to
you
?
"
The
man
with
the
scar
did
not
reply
.
Toublanc
looked
at
his
brothers
sitting
motionless
and
stiff
on
the
bench
.
Rizzi
,
Flavius
and
Lodovico
,
as
usual
,
said
nothing
.
In
the
team
they
formed
,
it
was
they
who
killed
,
Toublanc
who
talked
.
Because
only
Toublanc
had
attended
the
Temple
school
.
He
was
as
efficient
at
killing
as
his
brothers
but
he
could
also
read
and
write
.
And
talk
.
"
And
in
order
to
kill
such
an
ordinary
dunce
,
Master
Rience
,
you
're
hiring
not
just
any
old
thug
from
the
port
but
us
,
the
Michelet
brothers
?
For
a
hundred
Novigrad
crowns
?
"
"
That
is
your
usual
rate
,
"
drawled
the
man
with
the
scar
,
"
correct
?
"
