‘Sorry, Sigismund. Thank you for your help.’
‘Not at all, it has been a pleasure. Hey, Voymir, gather the troops. Five will be with me.
Bring down the rest, they are to wait down below and embark on the Waterfall. Of course, in silence, on tiptoe, without noise or fuss. Use the side corridors. Off to Loxia’s port and not a word! Off!’
‘You have not seen anything,’ Philippa Eilhart said in a whisper to Geralt, the witcher caught a whiff of cinnamon, nard and baking soda. ‘You have not heard anything. You have never spoken to Vilgefortz. Dijkstra will lead you to Loxia. I will try to find you there when...
When everything is over. I promised you something yesterday and I will keep my word.’
‘And what about Yennefer?’
‘He is obsessed.’ Dijkstra returned, shuffling his feet. ‘Yenne
