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Coën
approached
the
table
carrying
the
girl
piggy-back
.
"
Wish
everybody
goodnight
,
Ciri
,
"
he
said
.
"
Say
goodnight
to
those
night
owls
.
We
're
going
to
sleep
.
It
's
nearly
midnight
.
In
a
minute
it
'll
be
the
end
of
Midinváerne
.
As
of
tomorrow
,
every
day
brings
spring
closer
!
"
"
I
'm
thirsty
.
"
Ciri
slipped
off
his
back
and
reached
for
Eskel
's
chalice
.
Eskel
deftly
moved
the
vessel
beyond
her
reach
and
grabbed
a
jug
of
water
.
Triss
stood
quickly
.
"
Here
you
are
.
"
She
gave
her
half-full
chalice
to
the
girl
while
meaningfully
squeezing
Geralt
's
arm
and
looking
Vesemir
in
the
eye
.
"
Drink
.
"
"
Triss
,
"
whispered
Eskel
,
watching
Ciri
drink
greedily
,
"
what
are
you
doing
?
It
's
--
"
"
Not
a
word
,
please
.
"
They
did
not
have
to
wait
long
for
it
to
take
effect
.
Ciri
suddenly
grew
rigid
,
cried
out
,
and
smiled
a
broad
,
happy
smile
.
She
squeezed
her
eyelids
shut
and
stretched
out
her
arms
.
She
laughed
,
spun
a
pirouette
and
danced
on
tiptoes
.
Lambert
moved
the
stool
away
in
a
flash
,
leaving
Coën
standing
between
the
dancing
girl
and
the
hearth
.
Triss
jumped
up
and
tore
an
amulet
from
her
pouch
--
a
sapphire
set
in
silver
on
a
thin
chain
.
She
squeezed
it
tightly
in
her
hand
.
"
Child
...
"
groaned
Vesemir
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
