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"
You
do
n't
know
,
"
she
repeated
.
"
You
,
who
usually
know
everything
,
and
then
sing
about
everything
.
Even
such
intimate
matters
as
someone
else
's
feelings
.
I
listened
to
your
ballads
beneath
Bleobheris
,
Dandilion
.
You
dedicated
a
good
few
verses
to
me
.
"
"
Poetry
,
"
he
muttered
,
staring
at
the
chicken
,
"
has
its
rights
.
No
one
should
be
offended
--
"
"
'
Hair
like
a
raven
's
wing
,
as
a
storm
in
the
night
...
'
"
quoted
Yennefer
with
exaggerated
emphasis
,
"
'
...
and
in
the
violet
eyes
sleep
lightning
bolts
...
'
Is
n't
that
how
it
went
?
"
"
That
's
how
I
remembered
you
.
"
The
poet
smiled
faintly
.
"
May
the
first
who
wishes
to
claim
the
description
is
untrue
throw
the
first
stone
.
"
"
Only
I
do
n't
know
,
"
the
Enchantress
pinched
her
lips
together
,
"
who
gave
you
permission
to
describe
my
internal
organs
.
How
did
it
go
?
'
Her
heart
,
as
though
a
jewel
,
adorned
her
neck
.
Hard
as
if
of
diamond
made
,
and
as
a
diamond
so
unfeeling
,
sharper
than
obsidian
,
cutting
--
'
Did
you
make
that
up
yourself
?
Or
perhaps
...
?
"
Her
lips
quivered
,
twisted
.
"
...
or
perhaps
you
listened
to
someone
's
confidences
and
grievances
?
"
"
Hmm
...
"
Dandilion
cleared
his
throat
and
veered
away
from
the
dangerous
subject
.
"
Tell
me
,
Yennefer
,
when
did
you
last
see
Geralt
?
"
"
A
long
time
ago
.
"
