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"
Indeed
you
will
,
"
said
the
magician
under
her
breath
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
?
"
the
priestess
raised
her
head
.
"
What
did
you
say
?
"
"
Nothing
,
nothing
,
"
smiled
Yennefer
.
"
You
just
thought
I
did
.
Or
maybe
I
thought
I
did
?
Just
look
at
this
ward
of
yours
,
Nenneke
.
Furious
as
a
cat
.
Sparks
in
her
eyes
;
just
wait
and
she
'll
hiss
.
And
if
she
could
flatten
her
ears
,
she
would
.
A
witcher-girl
!
I
'll
have
to
take
her
firmly
in
hand
,
file
her
claws
.
"
"
Be
more
understanding
.
"
The
high
priestess
's
features
visibly
hardened
.
"
Please
,
be
kind-hearted
and
understanding
.
She
really
is
not
who
you
take
her
to
be
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
by
that
?
"
"
She
's
not
your
rival
,
Yennefer
.
"
For
a
moment
they
measured
each
other
with
their
eyes
,
the
enchantress
and
the
priestess
,
and
Ciri
felt
the
air
quiver
,
a
strange
,
terrible
force
between
them
growing
in
strength
.
This
lasted
no
more
than
a
fraction
of
a
second
after
which
the
force
disappeared
and
Yennefer
burst
out
laughing
,
lightheartedly
and
sweetly
.
"
I
forgot
,
"
she
said
.
"
Always
on
his
side
,
are
n't
you
,
Nenneke
?
Always
worrying
about
him
.
Like
the
mother
he
never
had
.
"
