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Sometimes
,
their
studies
would
take
place
during
the
night
--
certain
moves
,
formulae
and
spells
could
not
be
performed
in
daylight
.
The
magician
,
pleased
with
the
girl
's
progress
,
slowed
the
speed
of
her
education
.
They
had
more
free
time
.
They
spent
their
evenings
reading
books
,
together
or
separately
.
Ciri
waded
through
Stammelford
's
Dialogues
on
the
Nature
of
Magic
,
Giambattista
's
Forces
of
the
Elements
and
Richert
and
Monck
's
Natural
Magic
.
She
also
flicked
through
--
because
she
did
not
manage
to
read
them
in
their
entirety
--
such
works
as
Jan
Bekker
's
The
Invisible
World
and
Agnes
of
Glanville
's
The
Secret
of
Secrets
.
She
dipped
into
the
ancient
,
yellowed
Codex
of
Mirthe
,
Ard
Aercane
,
and
even
the
famous
,
terrible
Dhu
Dwimmermorc
,
full
of
menacing
etchings
.
She
also
reached
for
other
books
which
had
nothing
to
do
with
magic
.
She
read
The
History
of
the
World
and
A
Treatise
on
Life
.
Nor
did
she
leave
out
lighter
works
from
the
Temple
library
.
Blushing
,
she
devoured
Marquis
La
Creahme
's
Gambols
and
Anna
Tiller
's
The
King
's
Ladies
.
She
read
The
Adversities
of
Loving
and
Time
of
the
Moon
,
collections
of
poems
by
the
famous
troubadour
Dandilion
.
She
shed
tears
over
the
ballads
of
Essi
Daven
,
subtle
,
infused
with
mystery
,
and
collected
in
a
small
,
beautifully
bound
volume
entitled
The
Blue
Pearl
.
She
made
frequent
use
of
her
privilege
to
ask
questions
.
And
she
received
answers
.
More
and
more
frequently
,
however
,
she
was
the
one
being
questioned
.
In
the
beginning
it
had
seemed
that
Yennefer
was
not
at
all
interested
in
her
lot
,
in
her
childhood
in
Cintra
or
the
later
events
of
war
.
But
in
time
her
questions
became
more
and
more
concrete
.
Ciri
had
to
reply
and
did
so
very
unwillingly
because
every
question
the
magician
asked
opened
a
door
in
her
memory
which
she
had
promised
herself
never
to
open
,
which
she
wanted
to
keep
forever
locked
.
Ever
since
she
had
met
Geralt
in
Sodden
,
she
had
believed
she
had
begun
"
another
life
'
,
that
the
other
life
--
the
one
in
Cintra
--
had
been
irrevocably
wiped
out
.
The
witchers
in
Kaer
Morhen
never
asked
her
about
anything
and
,
before
coming
to
the
temple
,
Geralt
had
even
prevailed
upon
her
not
to
say
a
word
to
anyone
about
who
she
was
.
Nenneke
,
who
,
of
course
knew
about
everything
,
saw
to
it
that
to
the
other
priestesses
and
the
novices
Ciri
was
exceptionally
ordinary
,
an
illegitimate
daughter
of
a
knight
and
a
peasant
woman
,
a
child
for
whom
there
had
been
no
place
either
in
her
father
's
castle
or
her
mother
's
cottage
.
Half
of
the
novices
in
Melitele
's
Temple
were
just
such
children
.
And
Yennefer
too
knew
the
secret
.
She
was
the
one
who
"
could
be
trusted
'
.
Yennefer
asked
.
About
it
.
About
Cintra
.
"
How
did
you
get
out
of
the
town
,
Ciri
?
How
did
you
slip
past
the
Nilfgaardians
?
"
Ciri
did
not
remember
.
Everything
broke
off
,
was
lost
in
obscurity
and
smoke
.
She
remembered
the
siege
,
saying
goodbye
to
Queen
Calanthe
,
her
grandmother
;
she
remembered
the
barons
and
knights
forcibly
dragging
her
away
from
the
bed
where
the
wounded
,
dying
Lioness
of
Cintra
lay
.
She
remembered
the
frantic
escape
through
flaming
streets
,
bloody
battle
and
the
horse
falling
.
She
remembered
the
black
rider
in
a
helmet
adorned
with
the
wings
of
a
bird
of
prey
.
