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Yet
we
already
had
names
for
everything
which
our
eyes
beheld
in
this
new
,
reborn
world
.
Suddenly
,
in
the
far
recesses
of
our
memories
,
we
found
the
words
for
dragons
and
griffins
,
mermaids
and
nymphs
,
sylphs
and
dryads
once
more
.
For
the
white
unicorns
which
drank
from
the
river
at
dusk
,
inclining
their
slender
necks
towards
the
water
.
We
named
everything
.
And
everything
seemed
to
be
close
to
our
hearts
,
familiar
to
us
,
ours
.
Apart
from
them
.
They
,
although
so
resembling
us
,
were
alien
.
So
very
alien
that
,
for
a
long
time
,
we
could
find
no
word
for
their
strangeness
.
Hen
Gedymdeith
,
Elves
and
Humans
A
good
elf
is
a
dead
elf
.
Marshal
Milan
Raupenneck
The
misfortune
behaved
in
the
eternal
manner
of
misfortunes
and
hawks
--
it
hung
over
them
for
some
while
waiting
for
an
appropriate
moment
before
it
attacked
.
It
chose
its
moment
,
when
they
had
passed
the
few
settlements
on
the
Gwenllech
and
Upper
Buina
,
passed
Ard
Carraigh
and
plunged
into
the
forest
below
,
deserted
and
intersected
by
gorges
.
Like
a
hawk
striking
,
this
misfortune
's
aim
was
true
.
It
fell
accurately
upon
its
victim
,
and
its
victim
was
Triss
.
Initially
it
seemed
nasty
but
not
too
serious
,
resembling
an
ordinary
stomach
upset
.
Geralt
and
Ciri
discreetly
tried
to
take
no
notice
of
the
stops
the
enchantress
's
ailment
necessitated
.
Triss
,
as
pale
as
death
,
beaded
with
sweat
and
painfully
contorted
,
tried
to
continue
riding
for
several
hours
longer
,
but
at
about
midday
,
and
having
spent
an
abnormally
long
time
in
the
bushes
by
the
road
,
she
was
no
longer
in
any
condition
to
sit
on
a
saddle
.
Ciri
tried
to
help
her
but
to
no
avail
--
the
enchantress
,
unable
to
hold
on
to
the
horse
's
mane
,
slid
down
her
mount
's
flank
and
collapsed
to
the
ground
.
They
picked
her
up
and
laid
her
on
a
cloak
.
Geralt
unstrapped
the
saddle-bags
without
a
word
,
found
a
casket
containing
some
magic
elixirs
,
opened
it
and
cursed
.
All
the
phials
were
identical
and
the
mysterious
signs
on
the
seals
meant
nothing
to
him
.
"
Which
one
,
Triss
?
"
"
None
of
them
,
"
she
moaned
,
with
both
hands
on
her
belly
.
"
I
ca
n't
...
I
ca
n't
take
them
.
