‘Well, yes,’ he sighed. ‘I understand. Like my lute, your swords are also unique and irreplaceable. And what’s more . . . What were you saying? Enchanted? Triggering magical impotence . . . Dammit, Geralt! Now you tell me. I mean, I’ve often spent time in your company, I’ve had those swords at arm’s length! And sometimes closer! Now everything’s clear, now I get it . . . I’ve been having certain difficulties lately, dammit . . .’ ‘Relax. That impotence thing was nonsense. I made it up on the spot, hoping the rumour would spread. That the thief would take fright
