"Geralt!" The bard's face creased to a grimace of pain.
Geralt groaned in annoyance. But he also saw the urgent need of his friend for information and therefore pulled himself together with some effort. If it was that important to Jaskier ...
"The Vodyanoy and the humans in Murky Waters were in conflict. The God Dagon wished to fight the humans and stirred up his worshippers. There was bloodshed. Humans and the aquatic race asked me for help, both felt justified. I sought counsel from a Vodyanoy priest, the hermit of the knights and I asked the Lady of the Lake for advice and her opinion. Finally, she knighted me and instructed me to kill the God Dagon. She gave me my silver sword Aerondight."
Jaskier was frozen in awe.
"But ... you ... Geralt! You're a thrice knight! I don't know anybody else who's been given a knighthood three times! You only appear twice in the heraldic scripts."
"I don't think that quite counts." Geralt brushed over it. "For Calanthe, it was simply an excuse to be able to wrangle me in the banquet incognito. Queen Maeve accused me of desertion and I don't know if the bounty in Rivia has been deleted already." He gave a bark of laughter. " ... and the Lady of the Lake is supposed to be non-human, Godess or not. That doesn't count for humans."
The bard fell into embarrassed silence.
Quietly, Jaskier asked: "What counts for you?"
"I'm a witcher! That counts for me!"