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"
I
can
not
deny
it
,
"
she
sighed
,
giving
up
on
trying
to
catch
Geralt
's
eye
.
"
To
be
honest
,
I
'm
on
my
last
legs
.
I
spent
last
night
on
the
Trail
in
a
shepherd
's
hut
which
was
practically
falling
apart
,
buried
in
straw
and
sawdust
.
I
used
spells
to
insulate
the
shack
;
if
it
were
n't
for
that
I
would
probably
be
dead
.
I
long
for
clean
linen
.
"
"
You
will
have
supper
with
us
now
.
And
then
you
will
sleep
as
long
as
you
wish
,
and
rest
.
We
have
prepared
the
best
room
for
you
,
the
one
in
the
tower
.
And
we
have
put
the
best
bed
we
could
find
in
Kaer
Morhen
there
.
"
"
Thank
you
.
"
Triss
smiled
faintly
.
In
the
tower
,
she
thought
.
All
right
,
Vesemir
.
Let
it
be
the
tower
for
today
,
if
appearances
matter
so
much
to
you
.
I
can
sleep
in
the
tower
in
the
best
of
all
the
beds
in
Kaer
Morhen
.
Although
I
would
prefer
to
sleep
with
Geralt
in
the
worst
.
"
Let
's
go
,
Triss
.
"
"
Let
's
go
.
"
The
wind
hammered
against
the
shutters
and
ruffled
the
remains
of
the
moth-eaten
tapestries
which
had
been
used
to
insulate
the
window
.
Triss
lay
in
perfect
darkness
in
the
best
bed
in
the
whole
of
Kaer
Morhen
.
She
could
n't
sleep
--
and
not
because
the
best
bed
in
Kaer
Morhen
was
a
dilapidated
antique
.
Triss
was
thinking
hard
.
And
all
the
thoughts
chasing
sleep
away
revolved
around
one
fundamental
question
.
What
had
she
been
summoned
to
the
fortress
for
?
Who
had
summoned
her
?
Why
?
For
what
purpose
?
Vesemir
's
illness
was
just
a
pretext
.
Vesemir
was
a
witcher
.
The
fact
that
he
was
also
an
old
man
did
not
change
the
fact
that
many
a
youngster
could
envy
him
his
health
.
If
the
old
man
had
been
stung
by
a
manticore
or
bitten
by
a
werewolf
Triss
would
have
accepted
that
she
had
been
summoned
to
aid
him
.
But
"
aching
bones
"
was
a
joke
.
For
an
ache
in
his
bones
,
not
a
very
original
complaint
within
the
horrendously
cold
walls
of
Kaer
Morhen
,
Vesemir
could
have
treated
with
a
witchers
'
elixir
or
--
an
even
simpler
solution
--
with
strong
rye
vodka
,
applied
internally
and
externally
in
equal
proportions
.
He
did
n't
need
a
magician
,
with
her
spells
,
philtres
and
amulets
.
