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‘That’s not your name.’

‘Yes, it is, Geralt. You know this.’

‘No, it isn’t. Your name’s Jaskier.’

‘Well … yes. But it’s not what my parents named me. They had rather less imagination, and my mother named me Julian. After an uncle, I believe.’

‘What?’

‘This can’t be a surprise. You heard me introduce myself at the Duke’s soiree last month.’

‘Yes, but … I thought it was just one of your … nom de … nom de bisou.’

‘Nom de—Geralt, that’s very good.’

‘… Hmm.’

‘I still have no idea what you’re talking about.’

‘Those names! That you give women when you’re—when you’re wooing them.’

‘When I’m—When have I ever done that?’

‘Only every town we stop in.’

‘No, the fake name thing. When have I ever done that?’

‘You told that countess that you were the Viscount de Lettenhove!’

‘… Geralt. I am the Viscount de Lettenhove.’

‘No, you’re not.’

‘I promise you, I am.’

‘I’ve been to Lettenhove. It’s—It’s that chap with the nose.’

‘You’ve never been to Lettenhove! When did you go to Lettenhove?’

‘Oh. Hmm. When was the execution of Lionel the Just?’

‘Forty-three years ago.’

‘Oh. Hmm … Really?’

‘Truly.’

‘So. It’s not whatsisface, Gael, then?’

‘Uncle Gael? No.’

‘What happened to him?’

‘Drank himself to death, I believe. Rather before my time.’

‘Oh. Hmm. Explains the nose, then.’

‘Ha, probably.’

‘… It’s really Julian, though?’

‘Really Julian.’