“Nell’ea,” he contested. “T’en pavienn, Aen Seidhe.” “Did you hear?” The elf turned to her companion, the tall Seidhe who, not bothering to check Geralt’s knots, was strumming away at Dandelion’s lute with an expression of indifference on his long face. “Did you hear, Vanadain? The ape-man can talk! He can even be impertinent!”
