And so ended the great Battle for the Bridge on the Yaruga, a battle that in latter chronicles, of course, does not even get the slightest mention.
‘Do not be troubled, noble sir,’ said the surgeon, while massaging and tapping the witcher’s back.
‘The bridge was demolished. We chased the enemy to the opposite shore. Your friends and the lady are also safe. Is she your wife?’
‘No.’
‘Oh, I thought... It is terrible, my lord, when war harms the pregnant...’
‘Be silent, not a word about it. Whose are these banners?’
‘You do not know for whom you fought? Surprise, surprise... This is the army of Lyria. You see the black eagle of Lyria and the red diamonds of Rivia. Well, I’m finished. It was just a contusion. Your back will hurt for a while, but it’s nothing serious. You’ll recover.
