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"
An
ordinary
barrow
.
"
Ciri
's
voice
was
becoming
more
and
more
unnatural
,
metallic
,
cold
and
menacing
.
"
A
mound
of
earth
which
will
be
overgrown
with
nettles
.
Death
has
cold
blue
eyes
,
and
the
height
of
the
obelisk
does
not
matter
,
nor
does
the
writing
engraved
on
it
matter
.
Who
can
know
that
better
than
you
,
Triss
Merigold
,
the
Fourteenth
One
of
the
Hill
?
"
The
enchantress
froze
.
She
saw
the
girl
's
hands
clench
the
horse
's
mane
.
"
You
died
on
the
Hill
,
Triss
Merigold
.
"
The
strange
,
evil
voice
spoke
again
.
"
Why
have
you
come
here
?
Go
back
,
go
back
at
once
and
take
this
child
,
the
Child
of
Elder
Blood
,
with
you
.
Return
her
to
those
to
whom
she
belongs
.
Do
this
,
Fourteenth
One
.
Because
if
you
do
not
you
will
die
once
more
.
The
day
will
come
when
the
Hill
will
claim
you
.
The
mass
grave
,
and
the
obelisk
on
which
your
name
is
engraved
,
will
claim
you
.
"
The
gelding
neighed
loudly
,
tossing
its
head
.
Ciri
jerked
suddenly
,
shuddered
.
"
What
happened
?
"
asked
Triss
,
trying
to
control
her
voice
.
Ciri
coughed
,
passed
both
hands
through
her
hair
and
rubbed
her
face
.
"
Nn
...
nothing
...
"
she
muttered
hesitantly
.
"
I
'm
tired
,
that
's
why
...
That
's
why
I
fell
asleep
.
I
ought
to
run
...
"
The
magical
aura
disappeared
.
Triss
experienced
a
sudden
cold
wave
sweeping
through
her
entire
body
.
She
tried
to
convince
herself
it
was
the
effect
of
the
defensive
spell
dying
away
,
but
she
knew
that
was
n't
true
.
She
glanced
up
at
the
stone
blocks
of
the
castle
,
the
black
,
empty
eye-sockets
of
its
ruined
loop-holes
gaping
at
her
.
A
shudder
ran
through
her
.
The
horse
's
shoes
rang
against
the
slabs
in
the
courtyard
.
The
magician
quickly
leaped
from
the
saddle
and
held
out
her
hand
to
Ciri
.
Taking
advantage
of
the
touch
of
their
hands
she
carefully
emitted
a
magical
impulse
.
And
was
astounded
.
Because
she
did
n't
feel
anything
.
No
reaction
,
no
reply
.
And
no
resistance
.
In
the
girl
who
had
,
just
a
moment
ago
,
manifested
an
exceptionally
strong
aura
there
was
not
a
trace
of
magic
.
She
was
now
an
ordinary
,
badly
dressed
child
whose
hair
had
been
incompetently
cut
.
