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"
Lady
Yennefer
?
"
"
Yes
?
"
"
Why
do
we
always
draw
the
force
from
water
veins
?
Magical
energy
,
after
all
,
is
everywhere
.
It
's
in
the
earth
,
is
n't
it
?
In
air
,
in
fire
?
"
"
True
.
"
"
And
earth
...
Here
,
there
's
plenty
of
earth
around
here
.
Under
our
feet
.
And
air
is
everywhere
!
And
should
we
want
fire
,
it
's
enough
to
light
a
bonfire
and
...
"
You
are
still
too
weak
to
draw
energy
from
the
earth
.
You
still
do
n't
know
enough
to
succeed
in
drawing
anything
from
air
.
And
as
for
fire
,
I
absolutely
forbid
you
to
play
with
it
.
I
've
already
told
you
,
under
no
circumstances
are
you
allowed
to
touch
the
energy
of
fire
!
"
"
Do
n't
shout
.
I
remember
.
"
They
sat
in
silence
on
a
fallen
dry
tree
trunk
,
listening
to
the
wind
rustling
in
the
tree
tops
,
listening
to
a
woodpecker
hammering
away
somewhere
close-by
.
Ciri
was
hungry
and
her
saliva
was
thick
from
thirst
,
but
she
knew
that
complaining
would
not
get
her
anywhere
.
In
the
past
,
a
month
ago
,
Yennefer
had
reacted
to
such
complaints
with
a
dry
lecture
on
how
to
control
such
primitive
instincts
;
later
,
she
had
ignored
them
in
contemptuous
silence
.
Protesting
was
just
as
useless
and
produced
as
few
results
as
sulking
over
being
called
"
ugly
one
'
.
The
magician
plucked
the
last
burr
from
her
sleeve
.
She
's
going
