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"
For
the
time
being
,
"
remarked
Tissaia
de
Vries
dryly
,
"
the
witcher
is
alive
.
"
Vilgefortz
smiled
and
once
more
glanced
at
the
letter
lying
in
front
of
him
.
"
Is
that
so
?
"
he
said
.
"
I
do
n't
think
so
.
"
Geralt
flinched
a
little
and
swallowed
hard
.
The
initial
shock
of
drinking
the
elixir
had
passed
and
the
second
stage
was
beginning
to
take
effect
,
as
indicated
by
a
faint
but
unpleasant
dizziness
which
accompanied
the
adaptation
of
his
sight
to
darkness
.
The
adaptation
progressed
quickly
.
The
deep
darkness
of
the
night
paled
;
everything
around
him
started
to
take
on
shades
of
grey
,
shades
which
were
at
first
hazy
and
unclear
then
increasingly
contrasting
,
distinct
and
sharp
.
In
the
little
street
leading
to
the
canal
bank
which
,
a
moment
ago
,
had
been
as
dark
as
the
inside
of
a
tar
barrel
,
Geralt
could
now
make
out
the
rats
roaming
through
the
gutters
,
and
sniffing
at
puddles
and
gaps
in
the
walls
.
His
hearing
,
too
,
had
been
heightened
by
the
witchers
"
decoction
.
The
deserted
tangle
of
lanes
where
,
only
a
moment
ago
,
there
had
been
the
sound
of
rain
against
guttering
,
began
to
come
to
life
,
to
throb
with
sounds
.
He
heard
the
cries
of
cats
fighting
,
dogs
barking
on
the
other
side
of
the
canal
,
laughter
and
shouting
from
the
taprooms
and
inns
of
Oxenfurt
,
yelling
and
singing
from
the
bargemen
's
tavern
,
and
the
distant
,
quiet
warble
of
a
flute
playing
a
jaunty
tune
.
The
dark
,
sleepy
houses
came
to
life
as
well
--
Geralt
could
make
out
the
snoring
of
slumbering
people
,
the
thuds
of
oxen
in
enclosures
,
the
snorting
of
horses
in
stables
.
From
one
of
the
houses
in
the
depths
of
the
street
came
the
stifled
,
spasmodic
moans
of
a
woman
in
the
throes
of
lovemaking
.
The
sounds
increased
,
grew
louder
.
He
now
made
out
the
obscene
lyrics
of
the
carousing
songs
,
learned
the
name
of
the
moaning
woman
's
lover
.
From
Myhrman
's
homestead
on
the
canal
came
the
broken
,
uncoordinated
gibberish
of
the
charlatan
who
had
been
put
,
by
Philippa
Eilhart
's
treatment
,
into
a
state
of
complete
and
,
no
doubt
,
permanent
idiocy
.
