‘I asked you,’ Ciri growled angrily, lying on her back, ‘not to touch me.’
Mistle withdrew her hand which was tickling the back of Ciri’s neck, stretched out beside her, folded her hands under her shaved head and stared at the sky.
‘You have been acting strange lately, Hawk.’
‘I just don’t want to be touched, that’s all.’
‘It was just a game.’
‘I know,’ Ciri pursed her lips, ‘it’s just a game. All this was to you was a game. But I no longer enjoy this game. Just stop it!’
Mistle lay on her back again and was silent a long time, staring at the white clouds slowly stretching their way through the sky. High above the forest a hawk circled.
‘Your dreams,’ she said finally, ‘it is because of your dreams, right? Almost every night you wake up screaming. What you experienced is comi
