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The
pass
broadened
,
leading
through
a
ravine
and
then
into
the
valley
,
opening
onto
a
huge
depression
,
covered
by
forest
,
which
stretched
out
amidst
jagged
boulders
.
The
magician
ignored
the
gentle
,
accessible
depression
rim
and
rode
down
towards
the
forest
,
into
the
thick
backwoods
.
Dry
branches
cracked
under
the
gelding
's
hooves
.
Forced
to
step
over
fallen
tree
trunks
,
the
horse
snorted
,
danced
and
stamped
.
Triss
pulled
at
the
reins
,
tugged
at
her
mount
's
shaggy
ear
and
scolded
it
harshly
with
spiteful
allusions
to
its
lameness
.
The
steed
,
looking
for
all
the
world
as
though
it
were
ashamed
of
itself
,
walked
with
a
more
even
and
sprightly
gait
and
picked
its
way
through
the
thicket
.
Before
long
they
emerged
onto
clearer
land
,
riding
along
the
trough
of
a
stream
which
barely
trickled
along
the
ravine
bed
.
The
magician
looked
around
carefully
,
finally
finding
what
she
was
looking
for
.
Over
the
gully
,
supported
horizontally
by
enormous
boulders
,
lay
a
mighty
tree
trunk
,
dark
,
bare
and
turning
green
with
moss
.
Triss
rode
closer
,
wanting
to
make
sure
this
was
,
indeed
,
the
Trail
and
not
a
tree
accidentally
felled
in
a
gale
.
But
she
spied
a
narrow
,
indistinct
pathway
disappearing
into
the
woods
.
She
could
not
be
mistaken
--
this
was
definitely
the
Trail
,
a
path
encircling
the
old
castle
of
Kaer
Morhen
and
beset
with
obstacles
,
where
witchers
trained
to
improve
their
running
speeds
and
controlled
breathing
.
The
path
was
known
as
the
Trail
,
but
Triss
knew
young
witchers
had
given
it
their
own
name
:
The
Killer
.
She
clung
to
the
horse
's
neck
and
slowly
rode
under
the
trunk
.
At
that
moment
,
she
heard
stones
grating
.
And
the
fast
,
light
footsteps
of
someone
running
.
She
turned
in
her
saddle
,
pulled
on
the
reins
and
waited
for
the
witcher
to
run
out
onto
the
log
.
A
witcher
did
run
out
onto
the
log
,
flitted
along
it
like
an
arrow
without
slowing
down
,
without
even
using
his
arms
to
aid
his
balance
--
running
nimbly
,
fluently
,
with
incredible
grace
.
He
flashed
by
,
approaching
and
disappearing
amongst
the
trees
without
disturbing
a
single
branch
.
Triss
sighed
loudly
,
shaking
her
head
in
disbelief
.
Because
the
witcher
,
judging
by
his
height
and
build
,
was
only
about
twelve
.
The
magician
eased
the
reins
,
nudged
the
horse
with
her
heels
and
trotted
upstream
.
She
knew
the
Trail
cut
across
the
ravine
once
more
,
at
a
spot
known
as
the
Gullet
.
She
wanted
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
the
little
witcher
once
again
--
children
had
not
been
trained
in
Kaer
Morhen
for
near
to
a
quarter
of
a
century
.
She
was
not
in
a
great
hurry
.
The
narrow
Killer
path
meandered
and
looped
its
way
through
the
forest
and
,
in
order
to
master
it
,
the
little
witcher
would
take
far
longer
than
she
would
,
following
the
shortcut
.
However
,
she
could
not
loiter
either
.
Beyond
the
Gullet
,
the
Trail
turned
into
the
woods
and
led
straight
to
the
fortress
.
If
she
did
not
catch
the
boy
at
the
precipice
,
she
might
not
see
him
at
all
.
She
had
already
visited
Kaer
Morhen
a
few
times
,
and
knew
she
saw
only
what
the
witchers
wanted
her
to
see
.
Triss
was
not
so
naïve
as
to
be
unaware
that
they
wanted
to
show
her
only
a
tiny
fraction
of
the
things
to
be
seen
in
Kaer
Morhen
.
