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Both
hips
and
her
left
thigh
were
black
and
blue
with
haematomas
and
swellings
.
Ciri
shuddered
and
hissed
,
pulling
away
from
the
magician
's
hand
.
Triss
swore
viciously
in
Dwarvish
,
using
inexpressibly
foul
language
.
"
Was
that
the
windmill
,
too
?
"
she
asked
,
trying
to
remain
calm
.
"
This
?
No
.
This
,
this
was
the
windmill
.
"
Ciri
pointed
indifferently
to
an
impressive
bruise
below
her
left
knee
,
covering
her
shin
.
"
And
these
other
ones
...
They
were
the
pendulum
.
I
practise
my
fencing
steps
on
the
pendulum
.
Geralt
says
I
'm
already
good
at
the
pendulum
.
He
says
I
've
got
...
Flair
.
I
've
got
flair
.
"
"
And
if
you
run
out
of
flair
"
--
Triss
ground
her
teeth
together
--
"
I
take
it
the
pendulum
thumps
you
?
"
"
But
of
course
,
"
the
girl
confirmed
,
looking
at
her
,
clearly
surprised
at
this
lack
of
knowledge
.
"
It
thumps
you
,
and
how
.
"
"
And
here
?
On
your
side
?
What
was
that
?
A
smith
's
hammer
?
"
Ciri
hissed
with
pain
and
blushed
.
"
I
fell
off
the
comb
...
"
"
...
and
the
comb
thumped
you
,
"
finished
Triss
,
controlling
herself
with
increasing
difficulty
.
Ciri
snorted
.
"
How
can
a
comb
thump
you
when
it
's
buried
in
the
ground
?
It
ca
n't
!
I
just
fell
.
I
was
practising
a
jumping
pirouette
and
it
did
n't
work
.
That
's
where
the
bruise
came
from
.
Because
I
hit
a
post
.
"
