Nancy said, "You might not believe this, but when I was little, I could see things other people couldn't. The adults thought I was just trying to get attention, and the other kids called me a freak and a liar."
Nancy watched Geralt's expression change, a little nervous.
Then she asked, trying to sound casual:
"What do you think?"
"Hmm."
Geralt chose his words. "Just because you can't see something doesn't mean it isn't there. Don't rush to judge things you don't understand. An elder in my family once told me that, and I agree."
When Mary said that, the whole family had apparently been watching footage of a real fight between a Demon Hunter and a Vampire.
Besides,
Geralt had been telling the truth about Miss Sable standing behind Nancy—if the ghostly girl in a white gown and pageant crown was Lucy Sable.
"Oh, right," Geralt asked. "Can you still see those things?"
"No. Sometimes I catch a shadow flashing past." Nancy shook her head with a rueful smile. "Sometimes I wonder whether there's something wrong with my eyes or my head."
Like Luke, Nancy had a stronger sensitivity to the supernatural than ordinary people, but she couldn't see ghosts themselves unless they chose to appear. Without anyone to guide them, people like that could easily grow confused and lost.
Nancy clearly had.
Add puberty, her mother's death, and her father's downward spiral, and the fact that this girl's world hadn't fallen apart showed how strong she really was.
For the first time, Geralt found himself liking the blonde girl for something beyond her delicate looks and lovely figure.
Once she got talking, Nancy said a great deal. She longed to see the world beyond her hometown, to travel around and discover sights she had never seen.
Nancy was