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Who
knows
.
Maybe
.
But
if
it
's
as
I
think
then
why
...
?
Why
...
?
"
Why
has
n't
he
come
to
me
?
"
she
shouted
quietly
into
the
darkness
,
angry
and
aroused
.
She
was
answered
by
the
wind
howling
amidst
the
ruins
.
The
morning
was
sunny
but
devilishly
cold
.
Triss
woke
chilled
through
and
through
,
without
having
had
enough
sleep
,
but
finally
assured
and
decided
.
She
was
the
last
to
go
down
to
the
hall
.
She
accepted
the
tribute
of
gazes
which
rewarded
her
efforts
--
she
had
changed
her
travel
clothes
for
an
attractive
but
simple
dress
and
had
skilfully
applied
magical
scents
and
nonmagical
but
incredibly
expensive
cosmetics
.
She
ate
her
porridge
chatting
with
the
witchers
about
unimportant
and
trivial
matters
.
"
Water
again
?
"
muttered
Ciri
suddenly
,
peering
into
her
tumbler
.
"
My
teeth
go
numb
when
I
drink
water
!
I
want
some
juice
!
That
blue
one
!
"
"
Do
n't
slouch
,
"
said
Lambert
,
stealing
a
glance
at
Triss
from
the
corner
of
his
eye
.
"
And
do
n't
wipe
your
mouth
with
your
sleeve
!
Finish
your
food
;
it
's
time
for
training
.
The
days
are
getting
shorter
.
"
"
Geralt
.
"
Triss
finished
her
porridge
.
"
Ciri
fell
on
the
Trail
yesterday
.
Nothing
serious
,
but
it
was
because
of
that
jester
's
outfit
she
wears
.
It
all
fits
so
badly
,
and
it
hinders
her
movements
.
"
Vesemir
cleared
his
throat
and
turned
his
eyes
away
.
