'I know. And it's dangerous. I only just managed to jump aside when you threw out the suds from the bucket. Come on, let's go and see how many trout have jumped into Regan's breeches.'
'Yarpen?'
'Huh?'
'I like you.'
'And I like you, kid.'
'But you're a dwarf. And I'm not.'
'And what diff— Ah, the Scoia'tael. You're thinking about the Squirrels, aren't you? It's not giving you any peace, is it?'
Ciri freed herself from his heavy arm.
'Nor you,' she said. 'Nor any of the others. I can plainly see that.'
The dwarf said nothing.
'Yarpen?'
'Yes?'
'Who's right? The Squirrels or you? Geralt wants to be . . . neutral. You serve King Henselt even though you're a dwarf. And the knight in the fort shouted that everybody's our enemy and that everyone's got to be . . . Everyone.
