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to
ask
me
something
in
a
moment
,
thought
Ciri
,
I
can
hear
her
thinking
about
it
.
She
's
going
to
ask
about
something
I
do
n't
remember
again
.
Or
something
I
do
n't
want
to
remember
.
No
,
it
's
senseless
.
I
'm
not
going
to
answer
.
All
of
that
is
in
the
past
,
and
there
's
no
returning
to
the
past
.
She
once
said
so
herself
.
"
Tell
me
about
your
parents
,
Ciri
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
remember
them
,
Lady
Yennefer
.
"
"
Please
try
to
.
"
"
I
really
do
n't
remember
my
papa
...
"
she
said
in
a
quiet
voice
,
succumbing
to
the
command
.
"
Except
...
Practically
nothing
.
My
mama
...
My
mama
,
I
do
.
She
had
long
hair
,
like
this
...
And
she
was
always
sad
...
I
remember
...
No
,
I
do
n't
remember
anything
...
"
"
Try
to
remember
,
please
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
!
"
"
Look
at
my
star
.
"
Seagulls
screamed
,
diving
down
between
the
fishing
boats
where
they
caught
scourings
and
tiny
fish
emptied
from
the
crates
.
The
wind
gently
fluttered
the
lowered
sails
of
the
drakkars
,
and
smoke
,
quelled
by
drizzle
,
floated
above
the
landing-stage
.
Triremes
from
Cintra
were
sailing
into
the
port
,
golden
lions
glistening
on
blue
flags
.
Uncle
Crach
,
who
was
standing
next
to
her
with
his
hand
-
as
large
as
the
paw
of
a
grizzly
bear
--
on
her
shoulder
,
suddenly
fell
to
one
knee
.
Warriors
,
standing
in
rows
,
rhythmically
struck
their
shields
with
their
swords
.
