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"
When
I
was
in
Transriver
,
in
Kagen
,
I
had
to
spin
,
"
muttered
Ciri
unwillingly
.
"
They
did
n't
give
me
any
sewing
because
I
only
spoilt
the
linen
and
wasted
thread
;
they
had
to
undo
everything
.
The
spinning
was
terribly
boring
--
yuk
!
"
"
True
,
"
giggled
Triss
.
"
It
's
hard
to
find
anything
more
boring
.
I
hated
spinning
,
too
.
"
"
And
did
you
have
to
?
I
did
because
...
But
you
're
a
wi
--
magician
.
You
can
conjure
anything
up
!
That
amazing
dress
...
did
you
conjure
it
up
?
"
"
No
.
"
Triss
smiled
.
"
Nor
did
I
sew
it
myself
.
I
'm
not
that
talented
.
"
"
And
my
clothes
,
how
are
you
going
to
make
them
?
Conjure
them
up
?
"
"
There
's
no
need
.
A
magic
needle
is
enough
,
one
which
we
shall
charm
into
working
more
vigorously
.
And
if
there
's
a
need
...
"
Triss
slowly
ran
her
hand
across
the
torn
hole
in
the
sleeve
of
Ciri
's
jacket
,
murmuring
a
spell
while
stimulating
an
amulet
to
work
.
Not
a
trace
remained
of
the
hole
.
Ciri
squealed
with
joy
.
"
That
's
magic
!
I
'm
going
to
have
a
magical
jacket
!
Wow
!
"
"
Only
until
I
make
you
an
ordinary
--
but
good
--
one
.
Right
,
now
take
all
that
off
,
young
lady
,
and
change
into
something
else
.
These
are
n't
your
only
clothes
,
surely
?
"
