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He
no
longer
felt
anything
.
"
Tell
me
,
"
the
gentle
voice
kept
repeating
.
"
Tell
me
,
my
son
.
"
Toublanc
Michelet
,
professional
murderer
since
the
age
of
fourteen
,
closed
his
eyes
and
smiled
a
bloodied
smile
.
And
whispered
what
he
knew
.
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And
when
he
opened
his
eyes
,
he
saw
a
stiletto
with
a
narrow
blade
and
a
tiny
golden
hilt
.
"
Do
n't
be
frightened
,
"
said
the
gentle
voice
as
the
point
of
the
stiletto
touched
his
temple
.
"
This
wo
n't
hurt
.
"
Indeed
,
it
did
not
hurt
.
He
caught
up
with
the
sorcerer
at
the
last
moment
,
just
in
front
of
the
portal
.
Having
already
thrown
his
sword
aside
,
his
hands
were
free
and
his
fingers
,
extended
in
a
leap
,
dug
into
the
edge
of
Rience
's
cloak
.
Rience
lost
his
balance
;
the
tug
had
bent
him
backwards
,
forcing
him
to
totter
back
.
He
struggled
furiously
,
violently
ripped
the
cloak
from
clasp
to
clasp
and
freed
himself
.
Too
late
.
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Geralt
spun
him
round
by
hitting
him
in
the
shoulder
with
his
right
hand
,
then
immediately
struck
him
in
the
neck
under
the
ear
with
his
left
.
Rience
reeled
but
did
not
fall
.
The
witcher
,
jumping
softly
,
caught
up
with
him
and
forcefully
dug
his
fist
under
his
ribs
.
The
sorcerer
moaned
and
drooped
over
the
fist
.
Geralt
grabbed
him
by
the
front
of
his
doublet
,
spun
him
and
threw
him
to
the
ground
.
Pressed
down
by
the
witcher
's
knee
,
Rience
extended
his
arm
and
opened
his
mouth
to
cast
a
spell
.
Geralt
clenched
his
fist
and
thumped
him
from
above
.
Straight
in
the
mouth
.
His
lips
split
like
blackcurrants
.
"
You
've
already
received
a
present
from
Yennefer
,
"
he
uttered
in
a
hoarse
voice
.
"
Now
you
're
getting
one
from
me
.
"
He
struck
once
more
.
The
sorcerer
's
head
bounced
up
;
blood
spurted
onto
the
witcher
's
forehead
and
cheeks
.
Geralt
was
slightly
surprised
--
he
had
not
felt
any
pain
but
had
,
no
doubt
,
been
injured
in
the
fight
.
It
was
his
blood
.
He
did
not
bother
nor
did
he
have
time
to
look
for
the
wound
and
take
care
of
it
.
He
unclenched
his
fist
and
walloped
Rience
once
more
.
He
was
angry
.