“What did you think, Geralt? That we’d have a nice, cheerful gossip, that we’d reminisce about the old days? That perhaps at the end of our chat we’d get onto a wagon and make love on the sheep-skins, just like that, for old times’ sake? Did you?” Geralt, not certain if the sorceress was magically reading his mind or had only guessed right, kept silent, smiling wryly.
