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So
who
had
summoned
her
?
Geralt
?
Triss
thrashed
about
in
the
bedclothes
,
feeling
a
wave
of
heat
come
over
her
.
And
a
wave
of
arousal
,
made
all
the
stronger
by
anger
.
She
swore
quietly
,
kicked
her
quilt
away
and
rolled
on
to
her
side
.
The
ancient
bedstead
squeaked
and
creaked
.
I
've
no
control
over
myself
,
she
thought
.
I
'm
behaving
like
a
stupid
adolescent
.
Or
even
worse
--
like
an
old
maid
deprived
of
affection
.
I
ca
n't
even
think
logically
.
She
swore
again
.
Of
course
it
was
n't
Geralt
.
Do
n't
get
excited
,
little
one
.
Do
n't
get
excited
,
just
think
of
his
expression
in
the
stable
.
You
've
seen
expressions
like
that
before
.
You
've
seen
them
,
so
do
n't
kid
yourself
.
The
foolish
,
contrite
,
embarrassed
expressions
of
men
who
want
to
forget
,
who
regret
,
who
do
n't
want
to
remember
what
happened
,
do
n't
want
to
go
back
to
what
has
been
.
By
all
the
gods
,
little
one
,
do
n't
fool
yourself
it
's
different
this
time
.
It
's
never
different
.
And
you
know
it
.
Because
,
after
all
,
you
've
had
a
fair
amount
of
experience
.
As
far
as
her
erotic
life
was
concerned
,
Triss
Merigold
had
the
right
to
consider
herself
a
typical
enchantress
.
It
had
began
with
the
sour
taste
of
forbidden
fruit
,
made
all
the
more
exciting
by
the
strict
rules
of
the
academy
and
the
prohibitions
of
the
mistress
under
whom
she
practised
.
Then
came
her
independence
,
freedom
and
a
crazy
promiscuity
which
ended
,
as
it
usually
does
,
in
bitterness
,
disillusionment
and
resignation
.
Then
followed
a
long
period
of
loneliness
and
the
discovery
that
if
she
wanted
to
release
her
tension
and
stress
then
someone
who
wanted
to
consider
himself
her
lord
and
master
--
as
soon
as
he
had
turned
on
his
back
and
wiped
the
sweat
from
his
brow
--
was
entirely
superfluous
.
There
were
far
less
troublesome
ways
of
calming
her
nerves
--
ones
with
the
additional
advantages
of
not
staining
her
towels
with
blood
,
not
passing
wind
under
the
quilt
and
not
demanding
breakfast
.
That
was
followed
by
a
short-lived
and
entertaining
fascination
with
the
same
sex
,
which
ended
in
the
conclusion
that
soiling
towels
,
passing
wind
and
greediness
were
by
no
means
exclusively
male
attributes
.
Finally
,
like
all
but
a
few
magicians
,
Triss
moved
to
affairs
with
other
wizards
,
which
proved
sporadic
and
frustrating
in
their
cold
,
technical
and
almost
ritual
course
.
Then
Geralt
of
Rivia
appeared
.
A
witcher
leading
a
stormy
life
,
and
tied
to
her
good
friend
Yennefer
in
a
strange
,
turbulent
and
almost
violent
relationship
.
Triss
had
watched
them
both
and
was
jealous
even
though
it
seemed
there
was
little
to
be
jealous
of
.
Their
relationship
quite
obviously
made
them
both
unhappy
,
had
led
straight
to
destruction
,
pain
and
yet
,
against
all
logic
...
it
had
lasted
.
Triss
could
n't
understand
it
.
And
it
had
fascinated
her
.
It
had
fascinated
her
to
such
an
extent
that
...
...
she
had
seduced
the
witcher
--
with
the
help
of
a
little
magic
.
She
had
hit
on
a
propitious
moment
,
a
moment
when
he
and
Yennefer
had
scratched
at
each
other
's
eyes
yet
again
and
had
abruptly
parted
.
Geralt
had
needed
warmth
,
and
had
wanted
to
forget
.
