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           Ilongforcleanlinen."

           "Youwillhavesupperwithusnow.Andthenyouwillsleepaslongasyouwish,andrest.Wehavepreparedthebestroomforyou,theoneinthetower.AndwehaveputthebestbedwecouldfindinKaerMorhenthere."

           "Thankyou."Trisssmiledfaintly.Inthetower,shethought.Allright,Vesemir.Letitbethetowerfortoday,ifappearancesmattersomuchtoyou.IcansleepinthetowerinthebestofallthebedsinKaerMorhen.AlthoughIwouldprefertosleepwithGeraltintheworst.

           "Let’sgo,Triss."

           "Let’sgo."

           Thewindhammeredagainsttheshuttersandruffledtheremainsofthemoth-eatentapestrieswhichhadbeenusedtoinsulatethewindow.TrisslayinperfectdarknessinthebestbedinthewholeofKaerMorhen.Shecouldn’tsleep–andnotbecausethebestbedinKaerMorhenwasadilapidatedantique.Trisswasthinkinghard.Andallthethoughtschasingsleepawayrevolvedaroundonefundamentalquestion.

           Whathadshebeensummonedtothefortressfor?Whohadsummonedher?Why?Forwhatpurpose?

           Vesemir’sillnesswasjustapretext.Vesemirwasawitcher.Thefactthathewasalsoanoldmandidnotchangethefactthatmanyayoungstercouldenvyhimhishealth.IftheoldmanhadbeenstungbyamanticoreorbittenbyawerewolfTrisswouldhaveacceptedthatshehadbeensummonedtoaidhim.But"achingbones"wasajoke.