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The
witcher
jumped
.
Triss
raised
her
hand
,
opening
her
mouth
to
utter
a
formula
for
levitation
.
She
knew
she
could
n't
do
it
in
time
.
She
knew
that
Geralt
would
not
make
it
.
It
was
impossible
.
Geralt
did
make
it
.
He
was
forced
down
to
the
ground
,
thrown
on
his
knees
and
back
.
He
fell
.
But
he
did
not
let
go
of
Ciri
.
The
magician
approached
them
slowly
.
She
heard
the
girl
whisper
and
sniff
.
Geralt
too
was
whispering
.
She
could
not
make
out
the
words
.
But
she
understood
their
meaning
.
A
warm
wind
howled
in
the
crevices
of
the
wall
.
The
witcher
raised
his
head
.
"
Spring
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
acknowledged
,
swallowing
.
"
There
is
still
snow
in
the
passes
but
in
the
valleys
...
In
the
valleys
,
it
is
already
spring
.
Shall
we
leave
,
Geralt
?
You
,
Ciri
and
I
?
"
"
Yes
.
It
is
high
time
.
"
Upriver
we
saw
their
towns
,
as
delicate
as
if
they
were
woven
from
the
morning
mist
out
of
which
they
loomed
.
It
seemed
as
if
they
would
disappear
a
moment
later
,
blown
away
on
the
wind
which
rippled
the
surface
of
the
water
.
There
were
little
palaces
,
white
as
nenuphar
flowers
;
there
were
little
towers
looking
as
though
they
were
plaited
out
of
ivy
;
there
were
bridges
as
airy
as
weeping
willows
.
And
there
were
other
things
for
which
we
could
find
no
word
or
name
