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"
No
!
Not
again
!
I
ca
n't
!
"
"
Breathe
slowly
and
stop
shaking
.
It
's
plain
hysteria
this
time
,
you
do
n't
fool
me
.
Control
yourself
,
concentrate
and
begin
.
"
"
No
,
please
,
Lady
Yennefer
...
It
hurts
...
I
feel
sick
...
"
"
Just
no
tears
,
Ciri
.
There
's
no
sight
more
nauseating
than
a
magician
crying
.
Nothing
arouses
greater
pity
.
Remember
that
.
Never
forget
that
.
One
more
time
,
from
the
beginning
.
Spell
and
gesture
.
No
,
no
,
this
time
without
copying
me
.
You
're
going
to
do
it
by
yourself
.
So
,
use
your
memory
!
"
"
Aine
verseos
...
Aine
aen
aenye
...
Oooouuuuch
!
"
"
No
!
Too
fast
!
"
Magic
,
like
a
spiked
iron
arrow
,
lodged
in
her
.
Wounded
her
deeply
.
Hurt
.
Hurt
with
the
strange
sort
of
pain
oddly
associated
with
bliss
.
To
relax
,
they
once
again
ran
around
the
park
.
Yennefer
persuaded
Nenneke
to
take
Ciri
's
sword
out
of
storage
and
so
enabled
the
girl
to
practise
her
steps
,
dodges
and
attacks
--
in
secret
,
of
course
,
to
prevent
the
other
priestesses
and
novices
seeing
her
.
But
magic
was
omnipresent
.
Ciri
learned
how
--
using
simple
spells
and
focusing
her
will
--
to
relax
her
muscles
,
combat
cramps
,
control
adrenalin
,
how
to
master
her
aural
labyrinth
and
its
nerve
,
how
to
slow
or
speed
her
pulse
and
how
to
cope
without
oxygen
for
short
periods
.
