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"
Triiiiiisss
!
"
Ciri
straightened
in
the
saddle
,
thumping
her
horse
with
her
heels
.
The
Scoia
'
tael
turned
towards
her
and
arrows
whistled
past
the
girl
's
ears
.
She
shook
her
head
without
slowing
her
gallop
.
She
heard
Geralt
shout
,
ordering
her
to
flee
into
the
woods
.
She
did
not
intend
to
obey
.
She
leaned
down
and
bolted
straight
towards
the
archers
shooting
at
her
.
Suddenly
she
smelt
the
overpowering
scent
of
the
white
rose
pinned
to
her
jerkin
.
"
Triiiiisss
!
"
The
elves
leaped
out
of
the
way
of
the
speeding
horses
.
Ciri
caught
one
lightly
with
her
stirrup
.
She
heard
a
sharp
buzz
,
her
steed
struggled
,
whinnied
and
threw
itself
to
the
side
.
Ciri
saw
an
arrow
dug
deep
,
just
below
the
withers
,
right
by
her
thigh
.
She
tore
her
feet
from
the
stirrups
,
jumped
up
,
squatted
in
the
saddle
,
bounced
off
strongly
and
leaped
.
She
fell
softly
on
the
body
of
the
overturned
wagon
,
used
her
hands
to
balance
herself
and
jumped
again
,
landing
with
bent
knees
next
to
Yarpen
who
was
roaring
and
brandishing
his
axe
.
Next
to
them
,
on
the
second
wagon
,
Paulie
Dahlberg
was
fighting
while
Regan
,
leaning
back
and
bracing
his
legs
against
the
board
,
was
struggling
to
hold
on
to
the
harnessed
horses
.
They
neighed
wildly
,
stamped
their
hooves
and
yanked
at
the
shaft
in
fear
of
the
fire
devouring
the
canvas
.
She
rushed
to
Triss
,
who
lay
amongst
the
scattered
barrels
and
chests
,
grabbed
her
by
her
clothes
and
started
to
drag
her
towards
the
overturned
wagon
.
The
enchantress
moaned
,
holding
her
head
just
above
the
ear
.
Right
by
Ciri
's
side
,
hooves
suddenly
clattered
and
horses
snorted
--
two
elves
,
brandishing
their
swords
,
were
pressing
the
madly
fighting
Yarpen
hard
.
The
dwarf
spun
like
a
top
and
agilely
deflected
the
blows
directed
against
him
with
his
axe
.
Ciri
heard
curses
,
grunts
and
the
whining
clang
of
metal
.
Another
span
of
horses
detached
itself
from
the
flaming
convoy
and
rushed
towards
them
,
dragging
smoke
and
flames
behind
it
and
scattering
burning
rags
.
The
wagon-man
hung
inertly
from
the
box
and
Yannick
Brass
stood
next
to
him
,
barely
keeping
his
balance
.
With
one
hand
he
wielded
the
reins
,
with
the
other
he
was
cutting
himself
away
from
two
elves
galloping
one
at
each
side
of
the
wagon
.
A
third
Scoia
'
tael
,
keeping
up
with
the
harnessed
horses
,
was
shooting
arrow
after
arrow
into
their
sides
.
"
Jump
!
"
yelled
Yarpen
,
shouting
over
the
noise
.
"
Jump
.
Yannick
!
"
