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"
They
should
,
"
the
magician
agreed
calmly
.
"
I
think
so
,
too
.
But
the
witchers
treat
this
graveyard
as
a.
.
.
reminder
.
"
"
Reminder
of
what
?
"
"
Kaer
Morhen
,
"
Triss
said
as
she
guided
the
horse
towards
the
shattered
arcades
,
"
was
assaulted
.
There
was
a
bloody
battle
here
in
which
almost
all
the
witchers
died
.
Only
those
who
were
n't
in
the
keep
at
the
time
survived
.
"
"
Who
attacked
them
?
And
why
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
she
lied
.
"
It
was
a
terribly
long
time
ago
,
Ciri
.
Ask
the
witchers
about
it
.
"
"
I
have
,
"
grunted
the
girl
.
"
But
they
did
n't
want
to
tell
me
.
"
I
can
understand
that
,
thought
the
magician
.
A
child
trained
to
be
a
witcher
,
a
girl
,
at
that
,
who
has
not
undergone
the
mutations
,
should
not
be
told
such
things
.
A
child
like
that
should
not
hear
about
the
massacre
.
A
child
like
that
should
not
be
terrified
by
the
prospect
that
they
too
may
one
day
hear
words
describing
it
like
those
which
were
screamed
by
the
fanatics
who
marched
on
Kaer
Morhen
long
ago
.
Mutant
.
Monster
.
Freak
.
Damned
by
the
gods
,
a
creature
contrary
to
nature
.
No
,
I
do
not
blame
the
witchers
for
not
telling
you
about
it
,
little
Ciri
.
And
I
sha
n't
tell
you
either
.
I
have
even
more
reason
to
be
silent
.
Because
I
am
a
wizard
,
and
without
the
aid
of
wizards
those
fanatics
would
never
have
conquered
the
castle
.
And
that
hide-ous
lampoon
,
that
widely
distributed
Monstrum
which
stirred
the
fanatics
up
and
drove
them
to
such
wickedness
was
also
,
apparently
,
some
wizard
's
anonymous
work
.
But
I
,
little
Ciri
,
do
not
recognise
collective
responsibility
,
I
do
not
feel
the
need
to
expiate
the
events
which
took
place
half
a
century
before
my
birth
.
And
the
skeletons
which
are
meant
to
serve
as
an
eternal
reminder
will
ultimately
rot
away
completely
,
disintegrate
into
dust
and
be
forgotten
,
will
disappear
with
the
wind
which
constantly
whips
the
mountainside
...
"
They
do
n't
want
to
lie
like
that
,
"
said
Ciri
suddenly
.
"
They
do
n't
want
to
be
a
symbol
,
a
bad
conscience
or
a
warning
.
But
neither
do
they
want
their
dust
to
be
swept
away
by
the
wind
.
"
Triss
raised
her
head
,
hearing
a
change
in
the
girl
's
voice
.
Immediately
she
sensed
a
magical
aura
,
a
pulsating
and
a
rush
of
blood
in
her
temples
.
She
grew
tense
but
did
not
utter
a
word
,
afraid
of
breaking
into
or
disrupting
what
was
happening
.
