‘It’s a joy for me to see you again, Yennefer,’ replied the chief of King Vizimir’s secret service. ‘Particularly in such agreeable company. Geralt, my respects come from the bottom of my heart …’ Geralt, refraining from telling Dijkstra his respect came from the heart of his bottom, shook the proffered hand–or rather tried to. Its dimensions exceeded the norm which made shaking it practically impossible.
