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"
Indeed
!
"
shouted
one
of
the
knights
present
in
the
glade
,
who
was
as
thin
as
a
beanpole
and
wearing
a
red
and
black
tunic
emblazoned
with
three
lions
passant
.
"
The
wizard
speaks
the
truth
!
The
ballads
were
beautiful
.
Upon
my
word
,
honourable
Dandilion
,
if
you
ever
pass
near
Baldhorn
,
my
lord
's
castle
,
stop
by
without
a
moment
's
hesitation
.
You
will
be
welcomed
like
a
prince
--
what
am
I
saying
?
Welcomed
like
King
Vizimir
himself
!
I
swear
on
my
sword
,
I
have
heard
many
a
minstrel
,
but
none
even
came
close
to
being
your
equal
,
master
.
Accept
the
respect
and
tributes
those
of
us
born
to
knighthood
,
and
those
of
us
appointed
to
the
position
,
pay
to
your
skills
!
"
Flawlessly
sensing
the
opportune
moment
,
the
troubadour
winked
at
his
apprentice
.
The
boy
set
his
lute
aside
and
picked
up
a
little
casket
which
served
as
a
collection
box
for
the
audience
's
more
measurable
expressions
of
appreciation
.
He
hesitated
,
ran
his
eyes
over
the
crowd
,
then
replaced
the
little
casket
and
grabbed
a
large
bucket
standing
nearby
.
Master
Dandilion
bestowed
an
approving
smile
on
the
young
man
for
his
prudence
.
"
Master
!
"
shouted
a
sizeable
woman
sitting
on
a
cart
,
the
sides
of
which
were
painted
with
a
sign
for
"
Vera
Loewenhaupt
and
Sons
,
"
and
which
was
full
of
wickerwork
.
Her
sons
,
nowhere
to
be
seen
,
were
no
doubt
busy
wasting
away
their
mother
's
hard-earned
fortune
.
"
Master
Dandilion
,
what
is
this
?
Are
you
going
to
leave
us
in
suspense
?
That
ca
n't
be
the
end
of
your
ballad
?
Sing
to
us
of
what
happened
next
!
"
"
Songs
and
ballads
"
--
the
musician
bowed
--
"
never
end
,
dear
lady
,
because
poetry
is
eternal
and
immortal
,
it
knows
no
beginning
,
it
knows
no
end
--
"
"
But
what
happened
next
?
"
The
tradeswoman
did
n't
give
up
,
generously
rattling
coins
into
the
bucket
Dandilion
's
apprentice
held
out
to
her
.
"
At
least
tell
us
about
it
,
even
if
you
have
no
wish
to
sing
of
it
.
Your
songs
mention
no
names
,
but
we
know
the
witcher
you
sing
of
is
no
other
than
the
famous
Geralt
of
Rivia
,
and
the
enchantress
for
whom
he
burns
with
love
is
the
equally
famous
Yennefer
.
And
the
Child
Surprise
,
destined
for
the
witcher
and
sworn
to
him
from
birth
,
is
Cirilla
,
the
unfortunate
Princess
of
Cintra
,
the
town
destroyed
by
the
Invaders
.
Am
I
right
?
"
Dandilion
smiled
,
remaining
enigmatic
and
aloof
.
"
I
sing
of
universal
matters
,
my
dear
,
generous
lady
,
"
he
stated
.
"
Of
emotions
which
anyone
can
experience
.
Not
about
specific
people
.
"
"
Oh
,
come
on
!
"
yelled
a
voice
from
the
crowd
.
"
Everyone
knows
those
songs
are
about
Geralt
the
Witcher
!
"
"
Yes
,
yes
!
"
squealed
Baron
Vilibert
's
daughters
in
chorus
,
drying
their
sodden
scarves
.
"
Sing
on
,
Master
Dandilion
!
What
happened
next
?
Did
the
witcher
and
Yennefer
the
Enchantress
find
each
other
in
the
end
?
And
did
they
love
each
other
?
Were
they
happy
?
We
want
to
know
!
"
