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“The exception, as ever, was the children. Freed from the constraints of silence which had been enforced during the bard's performance, the children dashed into the woods with wild cries, and enthusiastically immersed themselves in a game whose rules were incomprehensible to all those who had bidden farewell to the happy years of childhood. Children of elves, dwarves, halflings, gnomes, half-elves, quarter-elves and toddlers of mysterious provenance neither knew nor recognised racial or social divisions. At least, not yet.”

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Book:Blood of Elves
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“– В том-то и проблема, чтобы правильно рассадить гостей! Вы – гости, к тому же соратники господина виконта, стало быть, мне должно усадить вас ближе к голове стола… Промеж баронов. Но ведь не может быть, чтобы все вы, ваши милости и госпожи, оказались ровней, ибо так никогда не бывает, поскольку быть не может, чтобы все, повторяю, ровней были. Ежели кто из вас рангом либо родом выше, то должен при верхнем столе сидеть, при княгине… – Он, – ведьмак не колеблясь указал на вампира, который неподалеку в задумчивости любовался занимающим чуть ли не всю стену гобеленом, – граф. Но об этом – ша! Это тайна, покрытая мраком веков. – Понял! – Камергер чуть не захлебнулся от восторга. – В данных циркумстанциях… Я усажу его одесную графини Ноттурн и благородно урожденной тетушки госпожи, то бишь ее светлости княгини. – Не пожалеете ни вы, ни благородно урожденная тетушка. – У Геральта было совершенно каменное лицо. – Равных ему нет ни в смысле обычаев, ни в искусстве конверсации”

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Book:Pani Jeziora
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“But even during an event as exceptional as the world famous troubadour's just concluded performance, the travelers kept to themselves remaining in clearly delineated groups. Elves stayed with elves. Dwarvish craftsman gathered with their kin who would often hide to protect their merchant caravans and were armed to the teeth. The groups tolerated at best the gnome miners and halfling farmers who camped beside them. All non-humans were uniformly distant towards humans. The humans re-payed in kind but were not seem to mix amongst themselves either. Nobility looked down on the merchants and traveling salesman with open scorn. While soldiers and mercenaries, distanced themselves from shepherds and their reeking sheepskins. The few wizards and their disciples, kept themselves entirely apart from the others and bestowed their arrogance on everyone in equal parts. A tied knit, dark and silent group of peasants lurked in the background resembling a forest with their rakes, pitchforks and flails, poking above their heads. They were ignored by all. The exception, as ever was the children. Freed from the constraints of silence which have been enforced during the bards performance, the children dashed into the woods with wild cries and enthusiastically immersed themselves in a game whose rules were incomprehensible to all those who have bidden farewell to the happy years of childhood. Children of elves, dwarves, halflings, gnomes, half elves, quarter elves and toddlers of mysterious provenance, neither knew or recognized racial or social divisions. At least, not yet.”

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Book:The Witcher Boxed Set
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“Then why are your eyes full of fear, Geralt of Rivia? Your hands are trembling, you are pale. Why? Do you fear the last–fourteenth–name engraved on the obelisk so much? If you wish I shall speak that name.’ ‘You don’t have to. I know what it is. The circle is closing, the snake is sinking its teeth into its own tail. That is how it must be. You and that name. And the flowers. For her and for me. The fourteenth name engraved in the stone, a name that I have spoken in the middle of the night and in the sunlight, during frosts and heat waves and rain. No, I’m not afraid to speak it now.’ ‘Then speak it.’ ‘Yennefer… Yennefer of Vengerberg.”

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Book:Sword of Destiny
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