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           "Haveyouhurtyourself?"

           "No.You?"

           Theenchantresslaughed,triedtogetup,wincedandsworeatthepaininherankle.Shesatdownandcarefullystraightenedherfoot,swearingoncemore.

           "Comehere,littleone,helpmegetup."

           "I’mnotlittle."

           "Ifyousayso.Inthatcase,whatareyou?"

           "Awitcher!"

           "Ha!So,comehereandhelpmegetup,witcher."

           Thegirldidnotmovefromthespot.Sheshiftedherweightfromfoottofoot,andherhands,intheirfingerless,woollengloves,toyedwithherswordbeltassheglancedsuspiciouslyatTriss.

           "Havenofear,"saidtheenchantresswithasmile."I’mnotabanditoroutsider.I’mcalledTrissMerigoldandI’mgoingtoKaerMorhen.Thewitchersknowme.Don’tgapeatme.Irespectyoursuspicion,butbereasonable.WouldIhavegotthisfarifIhadn’tknowntheway?HaveyouevermetahumanontheTrail?"

           Thegirlovercameherhesitation,approachedandstretchedoutherhand.Trissstoodwithonlyalittleassistance.Becauseshewasnotconcernedwithhavinghelp.Shewantedacloserlookatthegirl.Andtotouchher.

           Thegreeneyesofthelittlewitcher-girlbetrayednosignsofmutation,andthetouchofherlittlehanddidnotproducetheslight,pleasanttinglingsensationsocharacteristicofwitchers.AlthoughsherantheKillerpathwithaswordslungacrossherback,theashen-hairedgirlhadnotbeensubjectedtotheTrialofGrassesortoChanges.Ofthat,Trisswascertain.

           "Showmeyourknee,littleone."

           "I’mnotlittle."

           "Sorry.