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"
Do
n't
be
afraid
,
"
repeated
Triss
,
still
not
rising
from
her
knees
.
"
I
heard
your
fall
and
was
scared
,
that
's
why
I
rushed
here
--
"
"
I
slipped
,
"
murmured
the
girl
.
"
Have
you
hurt
yourself
?
"
"
No
.
You
?
"
The
enchantress
laughed
,
tried
to
get
up
,
winced
and
swore
at
the
pain
in
her
ankle
.
She
sat
down
and
carefully
straightened
her
foot
,
swearing
once
more
.
"
Come
here
,
little
one
,
help
me
get
up
.
"
"
I
'm
not
little
.
"
"
If
you
say
so
.
In
that
case
,
what
are
you
?
"
"
A
witcher
!
"
"
Ha
!
So
,
come
here
and
help
me
get
up
,
witcher
.
"
