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"
You
still
ask
?
You
still
dare
ask
that
?
"
yelled
the
magician
.
"
What
difference
does
it
make
?
Only
that
the
girl
,
not
being
like
you
,
has
her
days
!
And
bears
them
exceptionally
badly
!
And
you
want
her
to
tear
her
lungs
out
on
the
Killer
and
some
bloody
windmills
!
"
Despite
her
outrage
,
Triss
felt
an
exquisite
satisfaction
at
the
sight
of
the
sheepish
expressions
of
the
young
witchers
,
and
Vesemir
's
jaw
suddenly
dropping
open
.
"
You
did
n't
even
know
.
"
She
nodded
in
what
was
now
a
calm
,
concerned
and
gentle
reproach
.
"
You
're
pathetic
guardians
.
She
's
ashamed
to
tell
you
because
she
was
taught
not
to
mention
such
complaints
to
men
.
And
she
's
ashamed
of
the
weakness
,
the
pain
and
the
fact
that
she
is
less
fit
.
Has
any
one
of
you
thought
about
that
?
Taken
any
interest
in
it
?
Or
tried
to
guess
what
might
be
the
matter
with
her
?
Maybe
her
very
first
bleed
happened
here
,
in
Kaer
Morhen
?
And
she
cried
to
herself
at
night
,
unable
to
find
any
sympathy
,
consolation
or
even
understanding
from
anyone
?
Has
any
one
of
you
given
it
any
thought
whatsoever
?
"
"
Stop
it
,
Triss
,
"
moaned
Geralt
quietly
.
"
That
's
enough
.
You
've
achieved
what
you
wanted
.
And
maybe
even
more
.
"
"
The
devil
take
it
,
"
cursed
Coën
.
"
We
've
turned
out
to
be
right
idiots
,
there
's
no
two
ways
about
it
,
eh
,
Vesemir
,
and
you
--
"
"
Silence
,
"
growled
the
old
witcher
.
"
Not
a
word
.
"
It
was
Eskel
's
behaviour
which
was
most
unlikely
;
he
got
up
,
approached
the
enchantress
,
bent
down
low
,
took
her
hand
and
kissed
it
respectfully
.
She
swiftly
withdrew
her
hand
.
Not
so
as
to
demonstrate
her
anger
and
annoyance
but
to
break
the
pleasant
,
piercing
vibration
triggered
by
the
witcher
's
touch
.
Eskel
emanated
powerfully
.
More
powerfully
than
Geralt
.
"
Triss
,
"
he
said
,
rubbing
the
hide-ous
scar
on
his
cheek
with
embarrassment
,
"
help
us
.
We
ask
you
.
Help
us
,
Triss
.
"
The
enchantress
looked
him
in
the
eye
and
pursed
her
lips
.
"
With
what
?
What
am
I
to
help
you
with
,
Eskel
?
"
Eskel
rubbed
his
cheek
again
,
looked
at
Geralt
.
The
white-haired
witcher
bowed
his
head
,
hiding
his
eyes
behind
his
hand
.
Vesemir
cleared
his
throat
loudly
.
