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After
a
few
minutes
riding
along
the
stony
trough
of
the
stream
she
caught
sight
of
the
Gullet
--
a
leap
over
the
gully
created
by
two
huge
mossy
rocks
,
overgrown
with
gnarled
,
stunted
trees
.
She
released
the
reins
.
The
horse
snorted
and
lowered
its
head
towards
the
water
trickling
between
pebbles
.
She
did
not
have
to
wait
long
.
The
witcher
's
silhouette
appeared
on
the
rock
and
the
boy
jumped
,
not
slowing
his
pace
.
The
magician
heard
the
soft
smack
of
his
landing
and
a
moment
later
a
rattle
of
stones
,
the
dull
thud
of
a
fall
and
a
quiet
cry
.
Or
rather
,
a
squeal
.
Triss
instantly
leaped
from
her
saddle
,
threw
the
fur
off
her
shoulders
and
dashed
across
the
mountainside
,
pulling
herself
up
using
tree
branches
and
roots
.
Momentum
aided
her
climb
until
she
slipped
on
the
conifer
needles
and
fell
to
her
knees
next
to
a
figure
huddled
on
the
stones
.
The
youngster
,
on
seeing
her
,
jumped
up
like
a
spring
,
backed
away
in
a
flash
and
nimbly
grabbed
the
sword
slung
across
his
back
--
then
tripped
and
collapsed
between
the
junipers
and
pines
.
The
magician
did
not
rise
from
her
knees
;
she
stared
at
the
boy
and
opened
her
mouth
in
surprise
.
Because
it
was
not
a
boy
.
From
beneath
an
ash-blonde
fringe
,
poorly
and
unevenly
cut
,
enormous
emerald
eyes
--
the
predominant
features
in
a
small
face
with
a
narrow
chin
and
upturned
nose
--
stared
out
at
her
.
There
was
fear
in
the
eyes
.
"
Do
n't
be
afraid
,
"
Triss
said
tentatively
.
The
girl
opened
her
eyes
even
wider
.
She
was
hardly
out
of
breath
and
did
not
appear
to
be
sweating
.
It
was
clear
she
had
already
run
the
Killer
more
than
once
.
"
Nothing
's
happened
to
you
?
"
The
girl
did
not
reply
;
instead
she
sprang
up
,
hissed
with
pain
,
shifted
her
weight
to
her
left
leg
,
bent
over
and
rubbed
her
knee
.
She
was
dressed
in
a
sort
of
leather
suit
sewn
together
--
or
rather
stuck
together
--
in
a
way
which
would
make
any
tailor
who
took
pride
in
his
craft
howl
in
horror
and
despair
.
The
only
pieces
of
her
equipment
which
seemed
to
be
relatively
new
,
and
fitted
her
,
were
her
knee-high
boots
,
her
belts
and
her
sword
.
More
precisely
,
her
little
sword
.
