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"
Go
to
Redania
,
"
she
repeated
after
a
moment
.
"
To
Tretogor
.
Stay
in
Dijkstra
's
and
Philippa
's
care
.
Do
n't
play
at
being
a
hero
.
You
have
got
yourself
mixed
up
in
a
dangerous
affair
,
Dandilion
.
"
"
I
've
noticed
.
"
He
grimaced
and
rubbed
his
aching
shoulder
.
"
And
that
is
precisely
why
I
believe
Geralt
should
be
warned
.
You
are
the
only
one
who
knows
where
to
look
for
him
.
You
know
the
way
.
I
guess
you
used
to
be
...
a
guest
there
...
?
"
Yennefer
turned
away
.
Dandilion
saw
her
lips
pinch
,
the
muscles
in
her
cheek
quiver
.
"
Yes
,
in
the
past
,
"
she
said
and
there
was
something
elusive
and
strange
in
her
voice
.
"
I
used
to
be
a
guest
there
,
sometimes
.
But
never
uninvited
.
"
The
wind
howled
savagely
,
rippling
through
the
grasses
growing
over
the
ruins
,
rustling
in
the
hawthorn
bushes
and
tall
nettles
.
Clouds
sped
across
the
sphere
of
the
moon
,
momentarily
illuminating
the
great
castle
,
drenching
the
moat
and
few
remaining
walls
in
a
pale
glow
undulating
with
shadows
,
and
revealing
mounds
of
skulls
baring
their
broken
teeth
and
staring
into
nothingness
through
the
black
holes
of
their
eye-sockets
.
Ciri
squealed
sharply
and
hid
her
face
in
the
witcher
's
cloak
.
The
mare
,
prodded
on
by
the
witcher
's
heels
,
carefully
stepped
over
a
pile
of
bricks
and
passed
through
the
broken
arcade
.
Her
horseshoes
,
ringing
against
the
flagstones
,
awoke
weird
echoes
between
the
walls
,
muffled
by
the
howling
gale
.
Ciri
trembled
,
digging
her
hands
into
the
horse
's
mane
.
"
I
'm
frightened
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
There
's
nothing
to
be
frightened
of
,
"
replied
the
witcher
,
laying
his
hand
on
her
shoulder
.
"
It
's
hard
to
find
a
safer
place
in
the
whole
world
.
This
is
Kaer
Morhen
,
the
Witchers
'
Keep
.
There
used
to
be
a
beautiful
castle
here
.
A
long
time
ago
.
"
She
did
not
reply
,
bowing
her
head
low
.
The
witcher
's
mare
,
called
Roach
,
snorted
quietly
,
as
if
she
too
wanted
to
reassure
the
girl
.
They
immersed
themselves
in
a
dark
abyss
,
in
a
long
,
unending
black
tunnel
dotted
with
columns
and
arcades
.
Roach
stepped
confidently
and
willingly
,
ignoring
the
impenetrable
darkness
,
and
her
horseshoes
rang
brightly
against
the
floor
.
