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No
,
"
she
protested
quietly
,
watching
the
dwarf
walk
away
.
Tm
going
to
lie
down
next
to
her
.
When
they
see
you
keeping
me
away
from
her
,
they
wo
n't
believe
you
.
They
'll
think
it
's
contagious
and
chase
us
away
,
like
the
soldiers
in
the
fort
.
"
"
Geralt
?
"
the
enchantress
moaned
suddenly
.
"
Where
...
are
we
?
"
"
Amongst
friends
.
"
Tm
here
,
"
said
Ciri
,
stroking
her
chestnut
hair
.
Tm
at
your
side
.
Do
n't
be
afraid
.
You
feel
how
warm
it
is
here
?
A
campfire
's
burning
and
a
dwarf
is
just
going
to
bring
some
medicine
for
...
For
your
stomach
.
"
"
Geralt
,
"
sobbed
Triss
,
trying
to
disentangle
herself
from
the
blankets
.
No
...
no
magic
elixirs
,
remember
...
"
"
I
remember
.
Lie
peacefully
.
"
I
've
got
to
...
Oooh
...
"
The
witcher
leaned
over
without
a
word
,
picked
up
the
enchantress
together
with
her
cocoon
of
caparisons
and
blankets
,
and
marched
to
the
woods
,
into
the
darkness
.
Ciri
sighed
.
She
turned
,
hearing
heavy
panting
.
Behind
the
wagon
appeared
the
dwarf
,
hefting
a
considerable
bundle
under
his
arm
.
The
campfire
flame
gleamed
on
the
blade
of
the
axe
behind
his
belt
;
the
rivets
on
his
heavy
leather
jerkin
also
glistened
.
"
Where
's
the
sick
one
?
"
he
snarled
.
"
Flown
away
on
a
broomstick
?
"
