‘If so—’ the white-haired man wiped his face with his hand in his sleeve ‘—Geralt of Rivia has been dead for many years. He died a hundred and five years ago. But I think he would be happy, if . . . He’d be happy if people remembered him after all those hundred and five years. If they remembered who he was. Why, even if they remembered the name of his horse. Yes, I think, he would be happy . . . If he could know it. Come. I’ll see you off.’
