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She
could
not
be
sure
,
however
,
knowing
practically
nothing
about
the
drugs
,
and
Ciri
was
,
beyond
doubt
,
the
only
girl
in
the
world
to
whom
they
had
been
administered
.
She
did
not
share
her
suspicions
with
the
witchers
.
She
did
not
want
to
worry
or
annoy
them
and
preferred
to
apply
her
own
methods
.
She
gave
Ciri
elixirs
to
drink
,
tied
a
string
of
active
jaspers
around
her
waist
,
under
her
dress
,
and
forbade
her
to
exert
herself
in
any
way
,
especially
by
chasing
around
wildly
hunting
rats
with
a
sword
.
Ciri
was
bored
.
She
roamed
the
castle
sleepily
and
finally
,
for
lack
of
any
other
amusement
,
joined
Coën
who
was
cleaning
the
stable
,
grooming
the
horses
and
repairing
a
harness
.
Geralt
--
to
the
enchantress
's
rage
--
disappeared
somewhere
and
appeared
only
towards
evening
,
bearing
a
dead
goat
.
Triss
helped
him
skin
his
prey
.
Although
she
sincerely
detested
the
smell
of
meat
and
blood
,
she
wanted
to
be
near
the
witcher
.
Near
him
.
As
near
as
possible
.
A
cold
,
determined
resolution
was
growing
in
her
.
She
did
not
want
to
sleep
alone
any
longer
.
"
Triss
!
"
yelled
Ciri
suddenly
,
running
down
the
stairs
,
stamping
.
"
Can
I
sleep
with
you
tonight
?
Triss
,
please
,
please
say
yes
!
Please
,
Triss
!
"
The
snow
fell
and
fell
.
It
brightened
up
only
with
the
arrival
of
Midinváerne
,
the
Day
of
the
Winter
Equinox
.
On
the
third
day
all
the
children
died
save
one
,
a
male
barely
ten
.
Hitherto
agitated
by
a
sudden
madness
,
he
fell
all
at
once
into
deep
stupor
His
eyes
took
on
a
glassy
gaze
;
incessantly
with
his
hands
did
he
clutch
at
clothing
,
or
brandish
them
in
the
air
as
if
desirous
of
catching
a
quill
.
His
breathing
grew
loud
and
hoarse
;
sweat
cold
,
clammy
and
malodorous
appeared
on
his
skin
.
Then
was
he
once
more
given
elixir
through
the
vein
and
the
seizure
it
did
return
.
This
time
a
nose-bleed
did
ensue
,
coughing
turned
to
vomiting
,
after
which
the
male
weakened
entirely
and
became
inert
.
For
two
days
more
did
symptoms
not
subside
.
The
child
's
skin
,
hitherto
drenched
in
sweat
,
grew
dry
and
hot
,
the
pulse
ceased
to
be
full
and
firm
--
albeit
remaining
of
average
strength
,
slow
rather
than
fast
.
No
more
did
he
wake
,
nor
did
he
scream
.
Finally
,
came
the
seventh
day
.
The
male
awoke
and
opened
his
eyes
,
and
his
eyes
were
as
those
of
a
viper
...
Carla
Demetia
Crest
,
The
Trial
of
Grasses
and
other
secret
Witcher
practices
,
seen
with
my
own
eyes
,
manuscript
exclusively
accessible
to
the
Chapter
of
Wizards
.
