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"
War
?
"
mumbled
Jarre
.
"
Yes
,
I
've
heard
those
rumours
...
Are
you
interested
in
it
?
You
,
a
g
-
?
No
,
do
n't
sit
on
the
table
,
please
,
I
've
only
just
got
all
the
documents
in
order
...
Sit
on
the
chair
.
Just
a
moment
,
wait
,
I
'll
take
those
books
...
Does
Lady
Yennefer
know
you
're
here
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Hmm
...
Or
Mother
Nenneke
?
"
Ciri
pulled
a
face
.
She
knew
what
he
meant
.
The
sixteen-year-old
Jarre
was
the
high
priestess
's
ward
,
being
prepared
by
her
to
be
a
cleric
and
chronicler
.
He
lived
in
Ellander
where
he
worked
as
a
scribe
at
the
municipal
tribunal
,
but
he
spent
more
time
in
Melitele
's
sanctuary
than
in
the
town
,
studying
,
copying
and
illuminating
volumes
in
the
Temple
library
for
whole
days
and
sometimes
even
nights
.
Ciri
had
never
heard
it
from
Nenneke
's
lips
but
it
was
well
known
that
the
high
priestess
absolutely
did
not
want
Jarre
to
hang
around
her
young
novices
.
And
vice-versa
.
But
the
novices
,
however
,
did
sneak
keen
glances
at
the
boy
and
chatted
freely
,
discussing
the
various
possibilities
presented
by
the
presence
on
the
Temple
grounds
of
something
which
wore
trousers
.
Ciri
was
amazed
because
Jarre
was
the
exact
opposite
of
everything
which
,
in
her
eyes
,
should
represent
an
attractive
male
.
In
Cintra
,
as
she
remembered
,
an
attractive
man
was
one
whose
head
reached
the
ceiling
,
whose
shoulders
were
as
broad
as
a
doorway
,
who
swore
like
a
dwarf
,
roared
like
a
buffalo
and
stank
at
thirty
paces
of
horses
,
sweat
and
beer
,
regardless
of
what
time
of
day
or
night
it
was
.
Men
who
did
not
correspond
to
this
description
were
not
recognised
by
Queen
Calanthe
's
chambermaids
as
worthy
of
sighs
and
gossip
.
Ciri
had
also
seen
a
number
of
different
men
the
wise
and
gentle
druids
of
Angren
,
the
tall
and
gloomy
settlers
of
Sodden
,
the
witchers
of
Kaer
Morhen
.
Jarre
was
different
.
He
was
as
skinny
as
a
stick-insect
,
ungainly
,
wore
clothes
which
were
too
large
and
smelled
of
ink
and
dust
,
always
had
greasy
hair
and
on
his
chin
,
instead
of
stubble
,
there
were
seven
or
eight
long
hairs
,
about
half
of
which
sprang
from
a
large
wart
.
Truly
,
Ciri
did
not
understand
why
she
was
so
drawn
to
Jarre
's
tower
.
She
enjoyed
talking
to
him
,
the
boy
knew
a
great
deal
and
she
could
learn
much
from
him
.
But
recently
,
when
he
looked
at
her
,
his
eyes
had
a
strange
,
dazed
and
cloying
expression
.
"
Well
.
"
She
grew
impatient
.
"
Are
you
going
to
tell
me
or
not
?
"
"
There
's
nothing
to
say
.
There
is
n't
going
to
be
any
war
.
It
's
all
gossip
.
"
"
Aha
,
"
she
snorted
.
"
And
so
the
duke
is
sending
out
a
call
to
arms
just
for
fun
?
The
army
is
marching
the
highways
out
of
boredom
?
Do
n't
twist
things
,
Jarre
.
You
visit
the
town
and
castle
,
you
must
know
something
!
"
"
Why
do
n't
you
ask
Lady
Yennefer
about
it
?
"
