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. "It is worth a
lot to me."
"I made that one, and once I am free I will have the
power to make more," Ciri replied. "I will fashion you a
dozen such dolls, Matya. No one in Ansalon will be
wealthier than you. All you have to do is give the doll to
Trevarre. HE wants more than anything to rescue me, to
preserve his precious HONOR". She said this last word with
a sneer. "He will place the doll upon the altar, and I will be
free. And so will you. I swear it, by Nuitari."
"And what will happen to Trevarre?" Matya asked, as if
she didn't much care.
Ciri shrugged. "What does it matter? You and I will
have what we want."
"I'm curious, that's all," Matya said, shrugging.
"You'll find out anyway, I suppose," Ciri replied. "He
will take my place in the enchantment. He will be
imprisoned within Tambor even as I am now. He will not
suffer, however. I will see to it that HIS soul is destroyed.
The empty husk of his body will dwell here until the end of
all days." Ciri arched her eyebrow. "Are you satisfied?"
Matya nodded, her expression unchanging. "I'll need to
think this bargain over."
"Very well," Ciri said, annoyed, "but be swift about it. I
grow tired of waiting. Oh, and if you are thinking of
warning the knight, go ahead. He won't believe you." The
enchantress turned and stalked away, vanishing among the
ruins of the village.
*****
Matya retrieved the leather pouch with the doll from its
hiding place in her wagon and tied it to her belt
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