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"
Jarre
!
"
she
shouted
,
turning
her
head
up
towards
a
window
gaping
in
the
stone
wall
of
the
tower
.
"
Jarre
,
are
you
there
?
Hey
!
It
's
me
!
"
"
Ciri
?
"
The
boy
leaned
out
.
"
What
are
you
doing
here
?
"
"
Can
I
come
up
and
see
you
?
"
"
Now
?
Hmm
...
Well
,
all
right
then
...
Please
do
.
"
She
flew
up
the
stairs
like
a
hurricane
,
catching
the
novice
unexpectedly
just
as
,
with
his
back
turned
,
he
was
quickly
adjusting
his
clothes
and
hiding
some
parchments
on
the
table
under
other
parchments
.
Jarre
ran
his
fingers
through
his
hair
,
cleared
his
throat
and
bowed
awkwardly
.
Ciri
slipped
her
thumbs
into
her
belt
and
tossed
her
ashen
fringe
.
"
What
's
this
war
everybody
's
talking
about
?
"
she
fired
.
"
I
want
to
know
!
"
"
Please
,
have
a
seat
.
"
She
cast
her
eyes
around
the
chamber
.
There
were
four
large
tables
piled
with
large
books
and
scrolls
.
There
was
only
one
chair
.
Also
piled
high
.
