‘Someone once rightly listed the three most beautiful sights in the world,’ said Addario Bach, staring at the spectacle. ‘A ship in full sail, a galloping horse and you know . . . a naked woman lying in bed.’ ‘Dancing.’ A faint smile played around the Witcher’s lips. ‘A woman dancing, Addario.’ ‘If you say so,’ the dwarf agreed. ‘A naked woman dancing. And that little boat, ha, you have to admit, looks lovely on the water.’
