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Ciri
frowned
,
pinched
her
lips
together
and
shot
a
glance
at
the
enchantress
from
beneath
her
ashen
fringe
.
Triss
chuckled
again
.
"
All
right
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
wo
n't
ask
.
A
secret
's
a
secret
,
and
you
're
right
not
to
disclose
it
to
someone
you
hardly
know
.
Come
on
.
When
we
get
there
we
'll
see
who
's
at
the
castle
and
who
is
n't
.
And
do
n't
worry
about
your
muscles
--
I
know
what
to
do
about
lactic
acid
.
Ah
,
here
's
my
mount
.
I
'll
help
you
...
"
She
stretched
out
her
hand
,
but
Ciri
did
n't
need
any
help
.
She
jumped
agilely
into
the
saddle
,
lightly
,
almost
without
taking
off
.
The
gelding
started
,
surprised
,
and
stamped
,
but
the
girl
quickly
took
up
the
reins
and
reassured
it
.
"
You
know
how
to
handle
a
horse
,
I
see
.
"
"
I
can
handle
anything
.
"
"
Move
up
towards
the
pommel
.
"
Triss
slipped
her
foot
into
the
stirrup
and
caught
hold
of
the
mane
.
"
Make
a
bit
of
room
for
me
.
And
do
n't
poke
my
eye
out
with
that
sword
.
"
The
gelding
,
spurred
on
by
her
heels
,
moved
off
along
the
stream
bed
at
a
walking
pace
.
They
rode
across
another
gully
and
climbed
the
rounded
mountainside
.
From
there
they
could
see
the
ruins
of
Kaer
Morhen
huddled
against
the
stone
precipices
--
the
partially
demolished
trapezium
of
the
defensive
wall
,
the
remains
of
the
barbican
and
gate
,
the
thick
,
blunt
column
of
the
donjon
.
The
gelding
snorted
and
jerked
its
head
,
crossing
what
remained
of
the
bridge
over
the
moat
.
Triss
tugged
at
the
reins
.
The
decaying
skulls
and
skeletons
strewn
across
the
river
bed
made
no
impression
on
her
.
She
had
seen
them
before
.
"
I
do
n't
like
this
,
"
the
girl
suddenly
remarked
.
"
It
's
not
as
it
should
be
.
The
dead
should
to
be
buried
in
the
ground
.
Under
a
barrow
.
Should
n't
they
?
"
