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"
These
things
happen
.
There
's
no
need
to
take
it
to
heart
.
Your
debut
,
on
the
whole
,
should
be
viewed
as
a
success
.
And
the
shack
?
It
was
n't
too
pretty
.
I
do
n't
think
anyone
will
miss
its
presence
in
the
landscape
.
Hold
on
,
ladies
!
Calm
down
,
calm
down
,
why
this
uproar
and
commotion
,
nothing
has
happened
!
Easy
,
Nenneke
!
Really
,
nothing
has
happened
.
The
planks
just
need
to
be
cleared
away
.
They
'll
make
good
firewood
!
"
During
the
warm
,
still
afternoons
the
air
grew
thick
with
the
scent
of
flowers
and
grass
;
pulsating
with
peace
and
silence
,
broken
by
the
buzz
of
bees
and
enormous
beetles
.
On
afternoons
like
this
Yennefer
carried
Nenneke
's
wicker
chair
out
into
the
garden
and
sat
in
it
,
stretching
her
legs
out
in
front
of
her
.
Sometimes
she
studied
books
,
sometimes
read
letters
which
she
received
by
means
of
strange
couriers
,
usually
birds
.
At
times
she
simply
sat
gazing
into
the
distance
.
With
one
hand
,
and
lost
in
thought
,
she
ruffled
her
black
,
shiny
locks
,
with
the
other
she
stroked
Ciri
's
head
as
she
sat
on
the
grass
,
snuggled
up
to
the
magician
's
warm
,
firm
thigh
.
"
Lady
Yennefer
?
"
"
I
'm
here
,
ugly
one
.
"
"
Tell
me
,
can
one
do
anything
with
magic
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
But
you
can
do
a
great
deal
,
am
I
right
?
"
"
You
are
.
"
The
enchantress
closed
her
eyes
for
a
moment
and
touched
her
eyelids
with
her
fingers
.
"
A
great
deal
.
"
