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Strange
dream
,
thought
Ciri
.
Shame
I
woke
up
.
I
'd
like
to
have
seen
what
was
going
to
happen
...
I
'd
like
to
know
what
they
were
doing
there
.
Where
they
were
going
...
From
the
chamber
next
door
came
the
sound
of
voices
,
the
voices
which
had
woken
her
.
Mother
Nenneke
was
speaking
quickly
,
clearly
worked
up
,
agitated
and
angry
.
"
You
betrayed
my
trust
,
"
she
was
saying
.
"
I
should
n't
have
allowed
it
.
I
might
have
guessed
that
your
dislike
of
her
would
lead
to
disaster
.
I
should
n't
have
allowed
you
to
-
Because
,
after
all
,
I
know
you
.
You
're
ruthless
,
you
're
cruel
,
and
to
make
matters
worse
,
it
turns
out
you
're
also
irresponsible
and
careless
.
You
're
torturing
that
child
mercilessly
,
forcing
her
to
try
things
which
she
ca
n't
possibly
do
.
You
've
no
heart
.
"
You
really
have
no
heart
,
Yennefer
.
"
Ciri
pricked
up
her
ears
,
wanting
to
hear
the
enchantress
's
reply
,
her
cold
,
hard
and
melodious
voice
.
Wanting
to
hear
how
she
reacted
,
how
she
sneered
at
the
high
priestess
,
how
she
ridiculed
her
over-protectiveness
.
She
wanted
to
hear
her
say
what
she
usually
said
--
that
using
magic
is
no
joke
,
that
it
is
n't
an
occupation
for
young
ladies
made
of
porcelain
,
for
dolls
blown
from
thin
glass
.
But
Yennefer
answered
quietly
,
so
quietly
that
the
girl
could
neither
understand
nor
even
make
out
the
individual
words
.
I
'll
fall
asleep
,
she
thought
,
carefully
and
delicately
feeling
her
nose
which
was
still
tender
,
painful
and
blocked
with
clotted
blood
.
I
'll
go
back
to
my
dream
.
I
'll
see
what
Geralt
is
doing
there
,
in
the
night
,
in
the
rain
,
by
the
canal
...
Yennefer
was
holding
her
by
the
hand
.
They
were
both
walking
down
a
long
,
dark
corridor
,
between
stone
columns
or
,
perhaps
,
statues
.
Ciri
could
not
make
out
their
forms
in
the
thick
darkness
.
But
there
was
someone
there
,
in
that
darkness
,
someone
hiding
and
observing
them
as
they
walked
.
She
heard
whispers
,
quiet
as
the
rustle
of
the
wind
.
Yennefer
was
holding
her
by
the
hand
,
walking
briskly
and
assuredly
,
full
of
decisiveness
,
so
much
so
that
Ciri
could
barely
keep
up
with
her
.
Doors
opened
before
them
in
succession
,
one
after
another
.
An
infinite
number
of
doors
with
gigantic
,
heavy
leaves
opened
up
before
them
noiselessly
.
The
darkness
thickened
.
Ciri
saw
yet
another
great
door
in
front
of
her
.
