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‘They went ahead and cast spells – mainly over a bowl and tankard.
                 Of course some were quickly exposed as frauds by Foltest or the coun-
                 cil. A few were even hung on the palisades, but not enough of them.
                 I would have hung them all. I don’t suppose I have to say that the stri-
                 ga, in the meantime, was getting her teeth into all sorts of people ev-
                 ery now and again and paying no attention to the fraudsters and their
                 spells. Or that Foltest was no longer living in the palace. No one lived
                 there anymore.’
                  Velerad paused, drank some beer, and the witcher waited in silence.
                  ‘And so it’s been for seven years, Geralt, because she was born around
                 fourteen years ago. We’ve had a few other worries, like war with Vizimir
                 of Novigrad – fought for real, understandable reasons – over the border
                 posts, not for some princess or marriage alliance. Foltest sporadically hints
                 at marriage and looks over portraits from neighbouring courts, which he
                 then throws down the privy. And every now and then this mania seizes
                 hold of him again, and he sends horsemen out to look for new sorcerers.
                 His promised reward, the three thousand, has attracted any number of
                 cranks, stray knights, even a shepherd known throughout the whole region
                 as a cretin, may he rest in peace. But the striga is still doing well. Every
                 now and again she gets her teeth into someone. You get used to it. And at
                 least those heroes trying to reverse the spell have a use – the beast stuffs
                 herself on the spot and doesn’t roam beyond her palace. Foltest has a new
                 palace, of course, quite a fine one.’
                  ‘In seven years,’ Geralt raised his head, ‘in seven years, no one has set-
                 tled the matter?’
                  ‘Well, no.’ Velerad’s gaze penetrated the witcher. ‘Because the matter
                 can’t be settled. We have to come to terms with it, especially Foltest, our
                 gracious and beloved ruler, who will keep nailing these proclamations up
                 at crossroads. Although there are fewer volunteers now. There was one
                 recently, but he insisted on the three thousand in advance. So we put him
                 in a sack and threw him in the lake.’


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