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The
man
sitting
at
the
table
rested
his
chin
on
his
interlaced
fingers
and
looked
at
the
knight
intently
.
The
youngster
pulled
himself
up
taut
as
a
string
.
"
In
order
for
everything
to
be
perfectly
clear
,
"
the
man
behind
the
table
addressed
him
,
"
you
should
understand
that
the
mistake
you
made
in
this
town
two
years
ago
has
not
been
forgiven
.
You
are
getting
one
more
chance
.
You
are
getting
one
more
order
.
My
decision
as
to
your
ultimate
fate
depends
on
the
way
in
which
you
carry
it
out
.
"
The
young
knight
's
face
did
not
twitch
,
and
nor
did
a
single
feather
on
the
wings
adorning
the
helmet
at
his
hip
.
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"
I
never
deceive
anyone
,
I
never
give
anyone
false
illusions
,
"
continued
the
man
.
"
So
let
it
be
known
that
,
naturally
,
the
prospect
of
saving
your
neck
from
the
executioner
's
axe
exists
only
if
you
do
not
make
a
mistake
this
time
.
Your
chances
of
a
full
pardon
are
small
.
Your
chances
of
my
forgiving
and
forgetting
are
...
nonexistent
.
"
The
young
knight
in
the
black
armour
did
not
flinch
this
time
either
,
but
Coehoorn
detected
the
flash
in
his
eyes
.
He
does
n't
believe
him
,
he
thought
.
He
does
n't
believe
him
and
is
deluding
himself
.
He
is
making
a
great
mistake
.
"
I
command
your
full
attention
,
"
continued
the
man
behind
the
table
.
"
Yours
,
too
,
Coehoorn
,
because
the
orders
I
am
about
to
give
concern
you
too
.
They
come
in
a
moment
,
for
I
have
to
give
some
thought
to
their
substance
and
delivery
.
"
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Marshal
Menno
Coehoorn
,
Governor
of
the
Province
of
Cintra
and
future
Commander-in-Chief
of
the
Dol
Angra
army
,
lifted
his
head
and
stood
to
attention
,
his
hand
on
the
pommel
of
his
sword
.
The
same
attitude
was
assumed
by
the
knight
in
black
armour
with
the
bird-of-prey-winged
helmet
.
They
both
waited
.
In
silence
.
Patiently
.
The
way
one
should
wait
for
orders
,
the
substance
and
presentation
of
which
were
being
pondered
by
the
Emperor
of
Nilfgaard
,
Emhyr
var
Emreis
,
Deithwen
Addan
yn
Carn
aep
Morvudd
,
the
White
Flame
Dancing
on
the
Grave-Mounds
of
Enemies
.
Ciri
woke
.