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"
It
's
nothing
.
"
"
I
want
to
see
what
'
nothing
'
looks
like
.
Ah
,
that
's
what
I
thought
.
'
Nothing
'
looks
remarkably
like
torn
trousers
and
skin
grazed
down
to
raw
flesh
.
Stand
still
and
do
n't
be
scared
.
"
"
I
'm
not
scared
...
Awww
!
"
The
magician
laughed
and
rubbed
her
palm
,
itching
from
casting
the
spell
,
against
her
hip
.
The
girl
bent
over
and
gazed
at
her
knee
.
"
Oooh
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
does
n't
hurt
any
more
!
And
there
's
no
hole
...
Was
that
magic
?
"
"
You
've
guessed
it
.
"
"
Are
you
a
witch
?
"
"
Guessed
again
.
Although
I
prefer
to
be
called
an
enchantress
.
To
avoid
getting
it
wrong
you
can
call
me
by
my
name
,
Triss
.
Just
Triss
.
Come
on
,
Ciri
.
My
horse
is
waiting
at
the
bottom
.
We
'll
go
to
Kaer
Morhen
together
.
"
"
I
ought
to
run
.
"
Ciri
shook
her
head
.
"
It
's
not
good
to
stop
running
because
you
get
milk
in
your
muscles
.
Geralt
says
--
"
"
Geralt
is
at
the
keep
?
"
