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Ciri
turned
her
head
away
so
that
Yennefer
would
not
see
the
tears
swelling
in
her
eyes
.
Why
all
this
,
she
thought
.
Why
these
questions
,
these
recollections
?
There
's
no
returning
to
the
past
.
There
's
no
one
there
for
me
any
more
.
Not
my
papa
,
nor
my
mama
,
nor
my
grandmother
,
the
one
who
was
Ard
Rhena
,
the
Lioness
of
Cintra
.
Uncle
Crach
an
Craite
,
no
doubt
,
is
also
dead
.
I
have
n't
got
anybody
any
more
and
am
someone
else
.
There
's
no
returning
...
The
magician
remained
silent
,
lost
in
thought
.
"
Is
that
when
your
dreams
began
?
"
she
asked
suddenly
.
"
No
,
"
Ciri
reflected
.
"
No
,
not
then
.
Not
until
later
.
"
"
When
?
"
The
girl
wrinkled
her
nose
.
"
In
the
summer
...
The
one
before
...
Because
the
following
summer
there
was
the
war
already
...
"
"
Aha
.
That
means
the
dreams
started
after
you
met
Geralt
in
Brokilon
?
"
She
nodded
.
I
'm
not
going
to
answer
the
next
question
,
she
decided
.
But
Yennefer
did
not
ask
anything
.
She
quickly
got
to
her
feet
and
looked
at
the
sun
.
