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Ciri
looked
around
and
took
a
mental
note
.
Two
felled
birches
-
no
problem
.
A
heap
of
branches
--
nothing
the
wagons
could
n't
pass
.
A
cleft
washed
out
by
the
rain
--
a
small
obstacle
,
the
wheels
of
the
first
wagon
will
run
over
it
,
the
others
will
follow
in
the
ruts
.
A
huge
clearing
--
a
good
place
for
a
rest
...
Traces
?
What
traces
can
there
be
here
?
There
's
no
one
here
.
There
's
the
forest
.
There
are
birds
screeching
amidst
fresh
,
green
leaves
.
A
red
fox
runs
leisurely
across
the
path
...
And
everything
smells
of
spring
.
The
track
broke
off
halfway
up
the
hill
,
disappeared
in
the
sandy
ravine
,
wound
through
the
crooked
pines
which
clung
to
the
slopes
.
Ciri
abandoned
the
path
and
,
wanting
to
scrutinise
the
area
from
a
height
,
climbed
the
steep
slope
.
And
so
she
could
touch
the
wet
,
sweet-smelling
leaves
...
She
dismounted
,
threw
the
reins
over
a
snag
in
a
tree
and
slowly
strolled
among
the
junipers
which
covered
the
hill
.
On
the
other
side
of
the
hill
was
an
open
space
,
gaping
in
the
thick
of
the
forest
like
a
hole
bitten
out
of
the
trees
--
left
,
no
doubt
,
after
a
fire
which
had
raged
here
a
very
long
time
ago
,
for
there
was
no
sign
of
blackened
or
charred
remains
,
everywhere
was
green
with
low
birches
and
little
fir
trees
.
The
trail
,
as
far
as
the
eye
could
see
,
seemed
clear
and
passable
.
And
safe
.
What
are
they
afraid
of
?
she
thought
.
The
Scoia
'
tael
?
But
what
was
there
to
be
afraid
of
?
I
'm
not
frightened
of
elves
.
I
have
n't
done
anything
to
them
.
Elves
.
The
Squirrels
.
Scoia
'
tael
.
Before
Geralt
had
ordered
her
to
leave
,
Ciri
had
managed
to
take
a
look
at
the
corpses
in
the
fort
.
She
remembered
one
in
particular
--
his
face
covered
by
hair
stuck
together
with
darkened
blood
,
his
neck
unnaturally
twisted
and
bent
.
Pulled
back
in
a
ghastly
,
set
grimace
,
his
upper
lip
revealed
teeth
,
very
white
and
very
tiny
,
non-human
.
She
remembered
the
elf
's
boots
,
ruined
and
reaching
up
to
the
knees
,
laced
at
the
bottom
and
fastened
at
the
top
with
many
wrought
buckles
.
Elves
who
kill
humans
and
die
in
battles
themselves
.
