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Ciri
was
silent
.
Geralt
drew
her
to
himself
,
put
his
arm
around
her
.
"
Do
you
know
now
why
the
Scoia
'
tael
were
here
,
do
you
see
what
they
wanted
to
look
at
?
And
do
you
understand
why
the
elven
and
dwarven
young
must
not
be
allowed
to
be
massacred
once
again
?
Do
you
understand
why
neither
you
nor
I
are
permitted
to
have
a
hand
in
this
massacre
?
These
roses
flower
all
year
round
.
They
ought
to
have
grown
wild
by
now
,
but
they
are
more
beautiful
than
any
rose
in
a
tended
garden
.
Elves
continue
to
come
to
Shaerrawedd
,
Ciri
.
A
variety
of
elves
.
The
impetuous
and
the
foolish
ones
for
whom
the
cracked
stone
is
a
symbol
as
well
as
the
sensible
ones
for
whom
these
immortal
,
forever
reborn
flowers
are
a
symbol
.
Elves
who
understand
that
if
this
bush
is
torn
from
the
ground
and
the
earth
burned
out
,
the
roses
of
Shaerrawedd
will
never
flower
again
.
Do
you
understand
?
"
She
nodded
.
"
Do
you
understand
what
this
neutrality
is
,
which
stirs
you
so
?
To
be
neutral
does
not
mean
to
be
indifferent
or
insensitive
.
You
do
n't
have
to
kill
your
feelings
.
It
's
enough
to
kill
hatred
within
yourself
.
Do
you
understand
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
I
understand
.
Geralt
,
I
...
I
'd
like
to
take
one
...
One
of
these
roses
.
To
remind
me
.
May
I
?
"
"
Do
,
"
he
said
after
some
hesitation
.
"
Do
,
in
order
to
remember
.
Let
's
go
now
.
Let
's
return
to
the
convoy
.
"
Ciri
pinned
the
rose
under
the
lacing
of
her
jerkin
.
Suddenly
she
cried
out
quietly
,
lifted
her
hand
.
A
trickle
of
blood
ran
from
her
linger
down
her
palm
.
"
Did
you
prick
yourself
?
"
"
Yarpen
...
"
whispered
the
girl
,
looking
at
the
blood
filling
her
life-line
.
"
Wenck
...
Paulie
...
"
