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"
Today
?
Now
?
"
"
Mhm
.
"
"
Hell
and
bloody
damnation
!
"
the
enchantress
yelled
,
and
kicked
the
stool
so
hard
that
it
hit
the
door
and
brought
down
the
rat
skin
.
"
Pox
,
plague
,
shit
and
leprosy
!
I
'm
going
to
kill
those
cursed
idiots
!
"
"
Calm
down
,
Merigold
,
"
said
Lambert
.
"
It
's
unhealthy
to
get
so
worked
up
,
especially
with
no
reason
.
"
"
Do
n't
preach
at
me
!
And
stop
calling
me
'
Merigold
'
!
But
best
of
all
,
stop
talking
altogether
.
I
'm
not
speaking
to
you
.
Vesemir
,
Geralt
,
have
any
of
you
seen
how
terribly
battered
this
child
is
?
She
has
n't
got
a
single
healthy
spot
on
her
body
!
"
"
Dear
child
,
"
said
Vesemir
gravely
,
"
do
n't
let
yourself
get
carried
away
by
your
emotions
.
You
were
brought
up
differently
,
you
've
seen
children
being
brought
up
in
another
way
.
Ciri
comes
from
the
south
where
girls
and
boys
are
brought
up
in
the
same
way
,
like
the
elves
.
She
was
put
on
a
pony
when
she
was
five
and
when
she
was
eight
she
was
already
riding
out
hunting
.
She
was
taught
to
use
a
bow
,
javelin
and
sword
.
A
bruise
is
nothing
new
to
Ciri
--
"
"
Do
n't
give
me
that
nonsense
,
"
Triss
flared
.
"
Do
n't
pretend
you
're
stupid
.
This
is
not
some
pony
or
horse
or
sleigh
ride
.
This
is
Kaer
Morhen
!
On
these
windmills
and
pendulums
of
yours
,
on
this
Killer
path
of
yours
,
dozens
of
boys
have
broken
their
bones
and
twisted
their
necks
,
boys
who
were
hard
,
seasoned
vagabonds
like
you
,
found
on
roads
and
pulled
out
of
gutters
.
Sinewy
scamps
and
good-for-nothings
,
pretty
experienced
despite
their
short
lives
.
What
chance
has
Ciri
got
?
Even
though
she
's
been
brought
up
in
the
south
with
elven
methods
,
even
growing
up
under
the
hand
of
a
battle-axe
like
Lioness
Calanthe
,
that
little
one
was
and
still
is
a
princess
.
Delicate
skin
,
slight
build
,
light
bones
...
She
's
a
girl
!
What
do
you
want
to
turn
her
into
?
A
witcher
?
"
"
That
girl
,
"
said
Geralt
quietly
and
calmly
,
"
that
petite
,
delicate
princess
lived
through
the
Massacre
of
Cintra
.
Left
entirely
to
her
own
devices
,
she
stole
past
Nilfgaard
's
cohorts
.
She
successfully
fled
the
marauders
who
prowled
the
villages
,
plundering
and
murdering
anything
that
still
lived
.
She
survived
on
her
own
for
two
weeks
in
the
forests
of
Transriver
,
entirely
alone
.
She
spent
a
month
roaming
with
a
pack
of
fugitives
,
slogging
as
hard
as
all
the
others
and
starving
like
all
the
others
.
For
almost
half
a
year
,
having
been
taken
in
by
a
peasant
family
,
she
worked
on
the
land
and
with
the
livestock
.
Believe
me
,
Triss
,
life
has
tried
,
seasoned
and
hardened
her
no
less
than
good-for-nothings
like
us
,
who
were
brought
to
Kaer
Morhen
from
the
highways
.
Ciri
is
no
weaker
than
unwanted
bastards
,
like
us
,
who
were
left
with
witchers
in
taverns
like
kittens
in
a
wicker
basket
.
And
her
gender
?
What
difference
does
that
make
?
"
