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           "WhoisthisTrisstoyou?"

           "Whatdifferencedoesitmakeinthissituation?"

           "Inthissituationnone.Iaskedoutofaninappropriatecuriositybornofthedesiretostartnewrumoursgoingaroundtheinns.Butbethatasitmay,you’remightyattractedtothisenchantress,Geralt."

           Thewitchersmiledsadly.

           "Andthegirl?"YarpenindicatedCiriwithhisheadasshewriggledunderthesheepskin."Yours?"

           "Mine,"herepliedwithoutthinking."Mine,Zigrin."

           Thedawnwasgrey,wet,andsmelledofnightrainandmorningmist.Cirifeltshehadsleptnomorethanafewminutes,asthoughshehadbeenwokenuptheveryminuteshelayherheaddownonthesacksheapedonthewagon.

           GeraltwasjustsettlingTrissdownnexttoher,havingbroughtherinfromanotherenforcedexpeditionintothewoods.Therugscocooningtheenchantresssparkledwithdew.Geralthaddarkcirclesunderhiseyes.CiriknewhehadnotclosedthemforaninstantTrisshadrunafeverthroughthenightandsufferedgreatly.

           "DidIwakeyou?Sorry.Sleep,Ciri.It’sstillearly."

           "What’shappeningwithTriss?Howisshe?"

           "Better,"moanedthemagician."Better,but…Listen,Geralt…I’dliketo

           "Yes?"ThewitcherleanedoverbutTrisswasalreadyasleep.Hestraightenedhimself,stretched.