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She
heard
no
more
--
she
had
torn
ahead
too
fiercely
.
She
had
done
it
on
purpose
,
not
wanting
to
listen
to
the
daily
cautions
.
Not
too
quickly
,
not
too
fiercely
,
Ciri
!
Pah-pah
.
Do
n't
go
too
far
!
Pah-pah-pah
.
Be
careful
!
Pah-pah
!
Exactly
as
if
I
were
a
child
,
she
thought
.
And
I
'm
almost
thirteen
and
have
a
swift
chestnut
beneath
me
and
a
sharp
sword
across
my
back
.
And
I
'm
not
afraid
of
anything
!
And
it
's
spring
!
"
Hey
,
careful
,
you
'll
burn
your
backside
!
"
Yarpen
Zigrin
.
Another
know-it-all
.
Pah-pah
!
Further
,
further
,
at
a
gallop
,
along
the
bumpy
path
,
through
the
green
,
green
grasses
and
bushes
,
through
the
silver
puddles
,
through
the
damp
golden
sand
,
through
the
feathery
ferns
.
A
frightened
fallow
deer
disappeared
into
the
woods
,
flashing
the
black
and
white
lantern
of
its
tail
and
rump
as
it
skipped
away
.
Birds
soared
up
from
the
trees
--
colourful
jays
and
bee-eaters
,
screaming
black
magpies
with
their
funny
tails
.
Water
splashed
beneath
her
horse
's
hooves
in
the
puddles
and
the
clefts
.
Further
,
even
further
!
The
horse
,
which
had
been
trudging
sluggishly
behind
the
wagon
for
too
long
,
carried
her
joyously
and
briskly
;
happy
to
be
allowed
speed
,
it
ran
fluidly
,
muscles
playing
between
her
thighs
,
damp
mane
thrashing
her
face
.
The
horse
extended
its
neck
as
Ciri
gave
it
free
rein
.
Further
,
dear
horse
,
do
n't
feel
the
bit
,
further
,
at
the
gallop
,
at
the
gallop
,
sharp
,
sharp
!
Spring
!
She
slowed
and
glanced
back
.
There
,
alone
at
last
.
Far
away
at
last
.
No
one
was
going
to
tell
her
off
any
more
,
remind
her
of
something
,
demand
her
attention
,
threaten
that
this
would
be
the
end
of
such
rides
.
Alone
at
last
,
free
,
at
ease
and
independent
.
Slower
.
A
light
trot
.
After
all
,
this
was
n't
just
a
fun
ride
,
she
also
had
responsibilities
.
Ciri
was
,
after
all
,
a
mounted
foray
now
,
a
patrol
,
an
advance
guard
.
Ha
,
she
thought
,
looking
around
,
the
safety
of
the
entire
convoy
depends
on
me
now
.
They
're
all
waiting
impatiently
for
me
to
return
and
report
:
the
way
is
clear
and
passable
,
I
did
n't
see
anyone
--
there
are
no
traces
of
wheels
or
hooves
.
I
'll
report
it
,
and
thin
Master
Wenck
with
his
cold
,
blue
eyes
will
nod
his
head
gravely
,
Yarpen
Zigrin
will
bare
his
yellow
,
horse
teeth
,
Paulie
Dahlberg
will
shout
:
"
Well
done
,
little
one
!
'
,
and
Geralt
will
smile
faintly
.
He
'll
smile
,
although
he
very
rarely
smiles
recently
.
