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He
confirmed
it
with
a
nod
of
the
head
,
not
taking
his
eyes
off
the
ruins
.
"
They
left
,
"
whispered
Ciri
,
"
but
now
they
're
coming
back
.
Why
?
"
"
To
have
a
look
.
"
"
At
what
?
"
Without
a
word
he
laid
his
hand
on
her
shoulder
and
pushed
her
gently
before
him
.
They
jumped
down
the
marble
stairs
,
climbing
down
holding
on
to
the
springy
hazel
,
clusters
of
which
had
burst
through
every
gap
,
every
crevice
in
the
moss-covered
,
cracked
plates
.
"
This
was
the
centre
of
the
palace
,
its
heart
.
A
fountain
.
"
"
Here
?
"
she
asked
,
surprised
,
gazing
at
the
dense
thicket
of
alders
and
white
birch
trunks
amongst
the
misshapen
blocks
and
slabs
.
"
Here
?
But
there
's
nothing
there
.
"
"
Come
.
"
The
stream
feeding
the
fountain
must
have
changed
its
course
many
times
,
patiently
and
constantly
washing
the
marble
blocks
and
alabaster
plates
which
had
sunk
or
fallen
to
form
dams
,
once
again
changing
the
course
of
the
current
.
As
a
result
the
whole
area
was
divided
up
by
shallow
gullies
.
Here
and
there
the
water
cascaded
over
the
remains
of
the
building
,
washing
it
clean
of
leaves
,
sand
and
litter
.
In
these
places
,
the
marble
,
terracotta
and
mosaics
were
still
as
vibrant
with
colour
,
as
fresh
as
if
they
had
been
lying
there
for
three
days
,
not
two
centuries
.
