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The same way the people of Crookback Bog accepted the protection that was available by becoming servants of The Crones/Ladies, people, in particular humans in this world, are sometimes praying to things that Geralt would have known is not a god, but also wouldn't have understood. In Kaedwen, where a growing kingdom has been reopening dwarven mines and moving lumber, many are influenced by a handful of unenlightened sects who worship at altars older than their own churches. The 'Lion-headed Spider' is the patron deity of many isolated mining-and-logging villages.
A druid arriving from Kaeden's remotest parts warns Tihomir about these sects, explaining that their strange religion has nothing to do with his own order, but insisting that the priestesses there are unaccountably possessed of old knowledge.
Tihomir is staying with an aldorman in Kaedwen as protection from a local sheep-killer when, instead of waking up in the aldorman's barn, Tihomir wakes up on the damp moss of the mounds at night, without his swords. He follows beautiful girls dressed in white, running barefeet up in the hills, between ancient standing stones. Pursuing them in the close midnight air of summer, he starts to hear deep drums, and wild, wild pipes and flutes.