As usual, at this hour, it was full of people. He stopped in front of the Old Narakort Inn, stood there for a moment, listened to the hubbub of voices. It was hot but the man had a bl ac k co at th ro wn ov er hi s sh ou ld er s. It wa s la te af te rn oo n an d th e ro pe rs ’, sa dd le rs ’ an d ta nn er s’ st al ls were already closed, the street empty. He came on foot, leading his laden horse by the bridle. La te r, it wa s sa id th e ma n ca me fr om th e no rt h, fr om Ro pe rs Gate. Rocked, he sank into a sea of chamomile as it grew agitated and seethed. Her eyes, glimpsed when her face came close to his, were huge and dark as the eyes of a water nymph. H er s ki n w as co ol an d surprisingly smooth. She no longer backed away from his hands she t hr e w he r he ad ba ck, s ho ok he r ha i r. He moved, but with pressure from both hands, she forbade him to change position and, with a light but decisive movement of her hips, demanded a response. Sh e wa s radiant, luminous in the misty brilliance of dawn. He smiled, very slowly, delicately, grasping her by the sh ou ld er s, an d sh e st ra ig ht en ed, es ca pi ng hi s ﬁn ge rs.

Determined, and as if impatient, she leant over and touched his eyelids, cheeks, lips with the tips of her breasts. Leaning forward on straining arms, she brushed his face with hair which smelt of chamomile. Th e gi rl ca re fu ll y cl im be d on to th e be dc lo th es, an d on to hi m, wr ap pi ng he r th ig hs ar ou nd hi m. He observed her through lowered lashes, still not be tr ayi ng hi s wa ke fu ln es s. The girl ﬂitted closer, threw off her mantle and slowly, hesitantly, rested her knee on the edge of the large bed. Yet this faint sound was enough to wake the witcher – or maybe it only tore him from the half-slumber in wh ic h he ro ck ed mo no to no us ly, as th ou gh tr av el li ng th ou gh fathomless depths, suspended between the sea bed and its calm surface amidst gently undulating strands of seaweed. She entered very carefully, moving silently, ﬂoating through the chamber like a phantom the only sound was that of her mantle brushing her naked skin.

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