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Vesemir
was
really
very
old
.
Who
knows
,
he
could
be
even
older
than
Kaer
Morhen
.
But
he
walked
towards
her
with
a
brisk
,
energetic
and
sprightly
step
;
his
grip
was
vigorous
and
his
hands
strong
.
"
I
am
happy
to
see
you
again
,
Grandfather
.
"
"
Give
me
a
kiss
.
No
,
not
on
the
hand
,
little
sorceress
.
You
can
kiss
my
hand
when
I
'm
resting
on
my
bier
.
Which
will
,
no
doubt
,
be
soon
.
Oh
,
Triss
,
it
is
a
good
thing
you
have
come
...
Who
can
cure
me
if
not
you
?
"
"
Cure
,
you
?
Of
what
?
Of
behaving
like
a
child
,
surely
!
Take
your
hand
from
my
backside
,
old
man
,
or
I
'll
set
fire
to
that
grey
beard
of
yours
!
"
"
Forgive
me
.
I
keep
forgetting
you
are
grown
up
,
and
I
can
no
longer
put
you
on
my
knee
and
pat
you
.
As
to
my
health
...
Oh
,
Triss
,
old
age
is
no
joke
.
My
bones
ache
so
I
want
to
howl
.
Will
you
help
an
old
man
,
child
?
"
"
I
will
.
"
The
enchantress
freed
herself
from
his
bearlike
embrace
and
cast
her
eye
over
the
witcher
accompanying
Vesemir
.
He
was
young
,
apparently
the
same
age
as
Lambert
,
and
wore
a
short
,
black
beard
which
did
not
hide
the
severe
disfigurement
left
behind
by
smallpox
.
This
was
unusual
;
witchers
were
generally
highly
immune
to
infectious
diseases
.
"
Triss
Merigold
,
Coën
.
"
Geralt
introduced
them
to
each
other
.
"
This
is
Coën
's
first
winter
with
us
.
He
comes
from
the
north
,
from
Poviss
.
"
The
young
witcher
bowed
.
He
had
unusually
pale
,
yellow-green
irises
and
the
whites
of
his
eyes
,
riddled
with
red
threads
,
indicated
difficult
and
troublesome
processes
during
his
mutation
.
"
Let
us
go
,
child
,
"
uttered
Vesemir
,
taking
her
by
the
arm
.
"
A
stable
is
no
place
to
welcome
a
guest
,
but
I
could
n't
wait
to
see
you
.
"
