‘No,’ she pressed her lips together to stifle something that could be a moan or a curse.
‘Kalous was the one who wounded my face. Stefan Skellen. And Bonhart… Bonhart wounded me much deeper. More deeply. Did I talk about it in the fever?’
‘Relax. You’re weak, you should avoid sudden movements.’
‘My name is Ciri. ‘
‘I will prepare a compress of monkshood, Ciri.’
‘Wait… Could you give me a mirror?’
‘I told you…’
‘Please!’
He obeyed, he came to the conclusion that it was necessary and it could not wait any longer. He even brought over a candle. So she could see better what had been done to her face.
‘Well, yes,’ she said in a broken voice. ‘Yes it is as I imagined it. Almost like I imagined it.’
He departed and pulled the curtain of blankets closed behind him.
She tried
