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That
quiet
voice
,
boring
into
her
skull
...
You
have
made
a
mistake
.
You
mistook
the
stars
reflected
in
the
surface
of
the
lake
at
night
for
the
heavens
.
She
woke
and
lifted
her
head
abruptly
,
displacing
the
compress
,
fresh
because
it
was
still
cool
and
wet
.
She
was
drenched
in
sweat
;
the
dull
pain
was
ringing
and
throbbing
in
her
temples
again
.
Yennefer
was
sitting
beside
on
the
bed
.
Her
head
was
turned
away
so
that
Ciri
did
not
see
her
face
.
She
saw
only
the
tempest
of
black
hair
.
"
I
had
a
dream
...
"
whispered
Ciri
.
"
In
the
dream
...
"
"
I
know
,
"
the
magician
said
in
a
strange
voice
not
her
own
.
"
That
's
why
I
'm
here
.
I
'm
beside
you
.
"
Beyond
the
window
,
in
the
darkness
,
the
rain
rustled
in
the
leaves
of
the
trees
.
"
Damn
it
,
"
snarled
Dandilion
,
shaking
water
from
the
brim
of
his
hat
,
soggy
from
the
rain
.
"
It
's
a
veritable
fortress
,
not
a
house
.
What
's
that
fraud
frightened
of
,
fortifying
himself
like
that
?
"
Boats
and
barges
moored
to
the
bank
rocked
lazily
on
water
furrowed
by
the
rain
,
bumping
against
each
other
,
creaking
and
rattling
their
chains
.
"
It
's
the
port
,
"
explained
Shani
.
"
There
's
no
shortage
of
thugs
and
scum
,
both
local
and
just
passing
through
.
Quite
a
few
people
visit
Myhrman
,
bringing
money
...
Everybody
knows
that
.
And
that
he
lives
alone
.
So
he
's
secured
himself
.
Are
you
surprised
?
"
"
Not
in
the
least
.
