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Ciri
pointed
to
the
darkness
.
"
Right
.
"
The
dwarf
nodded
.
"
I
know
the
pain
and
I
've
known
the
same
nasty
complaint
.
When
I
was
younger
I
used
to
eat
everything
I
managed
to
find
or
catch
or
cut
down
,
so
I
got
food
poisoning
many
a
time
.
Who
is
she
,
this
Enchantress
?
"
"
Triss
Merigold
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
her
,
never
heard
of
her
.
I
rarely
have
anything
to
do
with
the
Brotherhood
anyway
.
Well
,
but
it
's
polite
to
introduce
oneself
.
I
'm
called
Yarpen
Zigrin
.
And
what
are
you
called
,
little
goose
?
"
"
Something
other
than
Little
Goose
,
"
snarled
Ciri
with
a
gleam
in
her
eyes
.
The
dwarf
chuckled
and
bared
his
teeth
.
"
Ah
.
"
He
bowed
with
exaggeration
.
"
I
beg
your
forgiveness
.
I
did
n't
recognise
you
in
the
darkness
.
This
is
n't
a
goose
but
a
noble
young
lady
.
I
fall
at
your
feet
.
What
is
the
young
lady
's
name
,
if
it
's
no
secret
?
"
"
It
's
no
secret
.
I
'm
Ciri
.
"
"
Ciri
.
Aha
.
And
who
is
the
young
lady
?
"
