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"
Do
n't
loiter
in
the
dark
,
or
the
rats
will
eat
your
boots
.
"
Still
clinging
to
her
bundle
Ciri
moved
briskly
towards
the
light
.
The
rats
bolted
out
from
beneath
her
feet
with
a
squeak
.
Eskel
leaned
over
,
took
the
package
from
her
and
pulled
back
her
hood
.
"
A
plague
on
it
,
"
he
muttered
.
"
A
girl
.
That
's
all
we
need
.
"
She
glanced
at
him
,
frightened
.
Eskel
was
smiling
.
She
saw
that
he
was
human
after
all
,
that
he
had
an
entirely
human
face
,
deformed
by
a
long
,
ugly
,
semi-circular
scar
running
from
the
corner
of
his
mouth
across
the
length
of
his
cheek
up
to
the
ear
.
"
Since
you
're
here
,
welcome
to
Kaer
Morhen
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
do
they
call
you
?
"
"
Ciri
,
"
Geralt
replied
for
her
,
silently
emerging
from
the
darkness
.
Eskel
turned
around
.
Suddenly
,
quickly
,
wordlessly
,
the
witchers
fell
into
each
other
's
arms
and
wound
their
shoulders
around
each
other
tight
and
hard
.
For
one
brief
moment
.
"
Wolf
,
you
're
alive
.
"
"
I
am
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
Eskel
took
a
torch
from
its
bracket
.
"
Come
on
.
I
'm
closing
the
inner
gates
to
stop
the
heat
escaping
.
"
