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"
Who
is
this
child
,
Wolf
?
Who
is
this
girl
?
"
"
She
's
my
...
"
Geralt
suddenly
stammered
.
She
felt
his
strong
,
hard
hands
on
her
shoulders
.
And
suddenly
the
fear
disappeared
,
vanished
without
a
trace
.
The
roaring
red
fire
gave
out
warmth
.
Only
warmth
.
The
black
silhouettes
were
the
silhouettes
of
friends
.
Carers
.
Their
glistening
eyes
expressed
curiosity
.
Concern
.
And
unease
...
Geralt
's
hands
clenched
over
her
shoulders
.
"
She
's
our
destiny
.
"
Verily
,
there
is
nothing
so
hide-ous
as
the
monsters
,
so
contrary
to
nature
,
known
as
witchers
for
they
are
the
offspring
of
foul
sorcery
and
devilry
.
They
are
rogues
without
virtue
,
conscience
or
scruple
,
true
diabolic
creations
,
fit
only
for
killing
.
There
is
no
place
amidst
honest
men
for
such
as
they
.
And
Kaer
Morhen
,
where
these
infamous
beings
nestle
,
where
they
perform
their
foul
practices
,
must
be
wiped
from
the
surface
of
this
earth
,
and
all
trace
of
it
strewn
with
salt
and
saltpetre
Anonymous
,
Monstrum
,
or
Description
of
the
Witcher
Intolerance
and
superstition
has
always
been
the
domain
of
the
more
stupid
amongst
the
common
folk
and
,
I
conjecture
,
will
never
be
uprooted
,
for
they
are
as
eternal
as
stupidity
itself
.
There
,
where
mountains
tower
today
,
one
day
there
will
be
seas
;
there
where
today
seas
surge
,
will
one
day
be
deserts
.
But
stupidity
will
remain
stupidity
.
Nicodemus
de
Boot
,
Meditations
on
life
,
Happiness
and
Prosperity
.
Triss
Merigold
blew
into
her
frozen
hands
,
wriggled
her
fingers
and
murmured
a
magic
formula
.
Her
horse
,
a
gelding
,
immediately
reacted
to
the
spell
,
snorting
and
turning
its
head
,
looking
at
the
enchantress
with
eyes
made
watery
by
the
cold
and
wind
.
