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The
girl
did
not
move
from
the
spot
.
She
shifted
her
weight
from
foot
to
foot
,
and
her
hands
,
in
their
fingerless
,
woollen
gloves
,
toyed
with
her
sword
belt
as
she
glanced
suspiciously
at
Triss
.
"
Have
no
fear
,
"
said
the
enchantress
with
a
smile
.
"
I
'm
not
a
bandit
or
outsider
.
I
'm
called
Triss
Merigold
and
I
'm
going
to
Kaer
Morhen
.
The
witchers
know
me
.
Do
n't
gape
at
me
.
I
respect
your
suspicion
,
but
be
reasonable
.
Would
I
have
got
this
far
if
I
had
n't
known
the
way
?
Have
you
ever
met
a
human
on
the
Trail
?
"
The
girl
overcame
her
hesitation
,
approached
and
stretched
out
her
hand
.
Triss
stood
with
only
a
little
assistance
.
Because
she
was
not
concerned
with
having
help
.
She
wanted
a
closer
look
at
the
girl
.
And
to
touch
her
.
The
green
eyes
of
the
little
witcher-girl
betrayed
no
signs
of
mutation
,
and
the
touch
of
her
little
hand
did
not
produce
the
slight
,
pleasant
tingling
sensation
so
characteristic
of
witchers
.
Although
she
ran
the
Killer
path
with
a
sword
slung
across
her
back
,
the
ashen-haired
girl
had
not
been
subjected
to
the
Trial
of
Grasses
or
to
Changes
.
Of
that
,
Triss
was
certain
.
"
Show
me
your
knee
,
little
one
.
"
"
I
'm
not
little
.
"
"
Sorry
.
But
surely
you
have
a
name
?
"
"
I
do
.
I
'm
...
Ciri
.
"
"
It
's
a
pleasure
.
A
bit
closer
if
you
please
,
Ciri
.
"
