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A
witcher
has
to
defend
and
save
.
To
defend
men
so
that
they
are
n't
hung
on
trees
by
their
hands
,
are
n't
impaled
and
left
to
die
.
To
defend
fair
girls
from
being
spread-eagled
between
stakes
rammed
into
the
ground
.
Defend
children
so
they
are
n't
slaughtered
and
thrown
into
a
well
.
Even
a
cat
burned
alive
in
a
torched
barn
deserves
to
be
defended
.
That
's
why
I
'm
going
to
become
a
witcher
,
that
's
why
I
've
got
a
sword
,
to
defend
people
like
those
in
Sodden
and
Transriver
--
because
they
do
n't
have
swords
,
do
n't
know
the
steps
,
half-turns
,
dodges
and
pirouettes
.
No
one
has
taught
them
how
to
fight
,
they
are
defenceless
and
helpless
in
face
of
the
werewolf
and
the
Nilfgaardian
marauder
.
They
're
teaching
me
to
fight
so
that
I
can
defend
the
helpless
.
And
that
's
what
I
'm
going
to
do
.
Never
will
I
be
neutral
.
Never
will
I
be
indifferent
.
Never
!
She
did
n't
know
what
warned
her
--
whether
it
was
the
sudden
silence
which
fell
over
the
forest
like
a
cold
shadow
,
or
a
movement
caught
out
of
the
corner
of
her
eye
.
But
she
reacted
in
a
flash
,
instinctively
--
with
a
reaction
she
had
learnt
in
the
woods
of
Transriver
when
,
escaping
from
Cintra
,
she
had
raced
against
death
.
She
fell
to
the
ground
,
crawled
under
a
juniper
bush
and
froze
,
motionless
.
Just
let
the
horse
not
neigh
,
she
thought
.
On
the
other
side
of
the
ravine
something
moved
again
;
she
saw
a
silhouette
show
faintly
,
hazily
amidst
the
leaves
.
An
elf
peered
cautiously
from
the
thicket
.
Having
thrown
the
hood
from
his
head
,
he
looked
around
for
a
moment
,
pricked
up
his
ears
and
then
,
noiselessly
and
swiftly
,
moved
along
the
ridge
.
After
him
,
two
more
leaned
out
.
And
then
others
moved
.
Many
of
them
.
In
single
file
.
About
half
were
on
horseback
--
these
rode
slowly
,
straight
in
their
saddles
,
focused
and
alert
.
For
a
moment
she
saw
them
all
clearly
and
precisely
as
,
in
utter
silence
,
they
flowed
across
a
bright
breach
in
the
wall
of
trees
,
framed
against
the
background
of
the
sky
--
before
they
disappeared
,
dissolved
in
the
shimmering
shadows
of
the
wild
forest
.
They
vanished
without
a
rustle
or
a
sound
,
like
ghosts
.
No
horse
tapped
its
hoof
or
snorted
,
no
branch
cracked
under
foot
or
hoof
.
The
weapons
slung
across
them
did
not
clang
.
They
disappeared
but
Ciri
did
not
move
.
She
lay
flat
on
the
ground
under
the
juniper
bush
,
trying
to
breathe
as
quietly
as
possible
.
She
knew
that
a
frightened
bird
or
animal
could
give
her
away
,
and
a
bird
or
animal
could
be
frightened
by
any
sound
or
movement
--
even
the
slightest
,
the
most
careful
.
She
got
up
only
when
the
woods
had
grown
perfectly
calm
and
the
magpies
chattered
again
among
the
trees
where
the
elves
had
disappeared
.
She
rose
only
to
find
herself
in
a
strong
grip
.
A
black
,
leather
glove
fell
across
her
mouth
,
muffled
the
scream
of
fear
.
"
Be
quiet
.
"
"
Geralt
?
"
