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"
What
?
"
"
Triss
!
"
she
shouted
with
a
piercing
voice
which
was
not
hers
,
shuddered
fiercely
and
wiped
her
face
with
her
arm
.
"
Quick
,
Geralt
!
We
've
got
to
help
!
To
the
horses
,
Geralt
!
"
"
Ciri
!
What
's
happening
?
"
"
They
're
dying
!
"
She
galloped
with
her
ear
almost
touching
the
horse
's
neck
and
spurred
her
mount
on
,
kicking
with
her
heels
and
shouting
.
The
sand
of
the
forest
path
flew
beneath
the
hooves
.
She
heard
screaming
in
the
distance
,
and
smelt
smoke
.
Coming
straight
at
them
,
blocking
the
path
,
raced
two
horses
dragging
a
harness
,
reins
and
a
broken
shaft
behind
them
.
Ciri
did
not
hold
her
chestnut
back
and
shot
past
them
at
full
speed
,
flakes
of
froth
skimming
across
her
face
.
Behind
her
she
heard
Roach
neigh
and
Geralt
's
curses
as
he
was
forced
to
a
halt
.
She
tore
around
a
bend
in
the
path
in
to
a
large
glade
.
The
convoy
was
in
flames
.
From
thickets
,
flaming
arrows
flew
towards
the
wagons
like
fire
birds
,
perforating
the
canvas
and
digging
into
the
boards
.
The
Scoia
'
tael
attacked
with
war-cries
and
yells
.
Ciri
,
ignoring
Geralt
's
shouts
from
behind
her
,
directed
her
horse
straight
at
the
first
two
wagons
brought
to
the
fore
.
One
was
lying
on
its
side
and
Yarpen
Zigrin
,
axe
in
one
hand
,
crossbow
in
the
other
,
stood
next
to
it
.
At
his
feet
,
motionless
,
with
her
blue
dress
hitched
halfway
up
her
thighs
,
lay
...
