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. He was good at this knightly
business, Matya had to admit, despite his sorry looks. Ciri
stood and walked to the window, gazed through it sadly a
moment, then turned to the knight.
"There, in the center of the village, stands a shrine. In that
shrine is an altar carved of marble. The altar is the focus of
all my uncle's dark powers. I know, for I have seen him
work his wicked spells there. From it, he draws his strength.
But the magic of the doll has the power to counter it. If one
who is strong of heart sets the doll upon the altar of his own
free will, the enchantment will be broken."
"And what will happen to the doll?" Matya asked
suspiciously.
"Its magic will be dissipated," Ciri answered. "It will
become an ordinary doll and nothing more."
She walked to Trevarre then, and he rose to meet her.
She laid a hand gently upon his breastplate. Matya could
see the pulse beating rapidly in the man's throat. It was
clear Trevarre was not immune to Ciri's bewitching beauty.
Another weakness of knights, Matya thought acidly. Not
that she cared one way or the other, she reminded herself.
"Will you do this task for me, my knight?" Ciri
pleaded. "I cannot break the enchantment with my own
hand, and there is none in the village brave enough to defy
my uncle. Will you help me?"
Trevarre sighed and glanced at Matya. "I would, with
all my heart, that I could do this thing, my lady, but I fear I
cannot. You see, I have given Matya the doll in payment
for bringing me to this place
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