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Geralt
leapt
across
the
stream
and
went
in
amongst
what
remained
of
the
columns
.
Ciri
followed
.
They
jumped
off
the
ruined
stairs
and
,
lowering
their
heads
,
walked
beneath
the
untouched
arch
of
the
arcade
,
half
buried
beneath
a
mound
of
earth
.
The
witcher
stopped
and
indicated
with
his
hand
.
Ciri
sighed
loudly
.
From
rubble
colourful
with
smashed
terracotta
grew
an
enormous
rose
bush
covered
with
beautiful
white-lilied
flowers
.
Drops
of
dew
as
bright
as
silver
glistened
on
the
petals
.
The
bush
wove
its
shoots
around
a
large
slab
of
white
stone
and
from
it
a
sad
,
pretty
face
looked
out
at
them
;
the
downpours
and
snows
had
not
yet
managed
to
blur
or
wash
away
its
delicate
and
noble
features
.
It
was
a
face
which
the
chisels
of
plunderers
digging
out
golden
ornaments
,
mosaics
and
precious
stones
from
the
relief
sculpture
had
not
managed
to
disfigure
.
"
Aelirenn
,
"
said
Geralt
after
a
long
silence
.
"
She
's
beautiful
,
"
whispered
Ciri
,
grabbing
him
by
the
hand
.
The
witcher
did
n't
seem
to
notice
.
He
stared
at
the
sculpture
and
was
far
away
,
far
away
in
a
different
world
and
time
.
"
Aelirenn
,
"
he
repeated
after
a
while
.
"
Known
as
Elirena
by
dwarves
and
humans
.
She
led
them
into
battle
two
hundred
years
ago
.
The
elders
of
the
elves
were
against
it
,
they
knew
they
had
no
chance
.
That
they
would
not
be
able
to
pick
themselves
up
after
the
defeat
.
They
wanted
to
save
their
people
,
wanted
to
survive
.
They
decided
to
destroy
their
towns
and
retreat
to
the
inaccessible
,
wild
mountains
...
and
to
wait
.
Elves
live
a
long
time
,
Ciri
.
By
our
time
scale
they
are
almost
eternal
.
They
thought
humans
were
something
that
would
pass
,
like
a
drought
,
like
a
heavy
winter
,
or
a
plague
of
locust
,
after
which
comes
rain
,
spring
,
a
new
harvest
.
They
wanted
to
sit
it
out
.
Survive
.
They
decided
to
destroy
their
towns
and
palaces
,
amongst
them
their
pride
--
the
beautiful
Shaerrawedd
.
They
wanted
to
weather
out
the
storm
but
Elirena
...
Elirena
stirred
up
the
young
.
They
took
up
arms
and
followed
her
into
their
last
desperate
battle
.
And
they
were
massacred
.
Mercilessly
massacred
.
"
Ciri
did
not
say
anything
,
staring
at
the
beautiful
,
still
face
.
"
They
died
with
her
name
on
their
lips
,
"
the
witcher
continued
quietly
.
"
Repeating
her
challenge
,
her
cry
,
they
died
for
Shaerrawedd
.
Because
Shaerrawedd
was
a
symbol
.
They
died
for
this
stone
and
marble
...
and
for
Aelirenn
.
Just
as
she
promised
them
,
they
died
with
dignity
,
heroically
and
honourably
.
They
saved
their
honour
but
they
brought
nothing
but
ruin
as
a
result
,
condemned
their
own
race
to
annihilation
.
Their
own
people
.
You
remember
what
Yarpen
told
you
?
Those
who
rule
the
world
and
those
who
die
out
?
He
explained
it
to
you
coarsely
but
truly
.
Elves
live
for
a
long
time
,
but
only
their
youngsters
are
fertile
,
only
the
young
can
have
offspring
.
And
practically
all
the
elven
youngsters
had
followed
Elirena
.
They
followed
Aelirenn
,
the
White
Rose
of
Shaerrawedd
.
We
are
standing
in
the
ruins
of
her
palace
,
by
the
fountain
whose
waters
she
listened
to
in
the
evenings
.
And
these
...
these
were
her
flowers
.
"
