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Hang 'em high!

Snap their spindly necks!

Yeah! Drop them!

To the brave boys of Temeria!

Kick those Kaedwenian arses

back to their icy shithole of a state!

Traveled far, friend?

I go where King Demavend sends me.

Royal messenger?

I suppose you'll be
taking my best horse, then?

Well, I'll leave him at the next
post. Under the name of Aplegatt.

Lame and over-ridden, no doubt.

Well, give us a draught
of your finest ale and...

I'll add it to the king's bill.

Huh.

Seems festive in these parts.

Hanging's good for business.

That spy was our fourth
execution in as many days.

- One Kaedwenian, one Aerdirnian...
- Look at those eyes.

Look at her!

See, that's the problem.

What's a mage doing
all the way out here?

She should be focusing on
keeping the Royal peace,

not swannin' idly
around the countryside.

Looking like that,
though, she can idle around me tonight.

You do know that they keep their beauty

by bathin' in human
blood every night, eh?

Thanks for the ale.

I'll be seein' you.

Straight to Tissaia. No portals.

Yes, my lady.

Cold one, isn't it?

God speed, miss.

I was just... wishin'
you a safe journey.

- I saw you.
- What?

Apologies, good sir.
Never mind the girl.

She was kicked in the head by a horse.

- Hasn't been right since.
- No.

There was a tower. An arrow struck you.

Remember I said we need to keep
a low profile? That was not that.

- I cannot control my visions.
- You can control who you blab to.

Stop hauling me like I'm a mewling brat.

I saw his death and I
need to go back there.

What if his death
prevented a greater harm?

What would the consequence
be then, my ugly one?

I don't know.

I don't know either.

But changing destiny
is a weighty business.

Your visions are becoming more frequent.

It's only a matter of time
before someone finds us.

We need to get to Aretuza more quickly.

You're afraid.

I promised Geralt I'd keep you
safe. We need something untraceable.

We're going shopping.

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I'll never get over
how cute they look, you know?

For monsters. I mean, they've
got these little teddy bear faces,

and they're like...
"No, please, don't hurt me!"

And then, wham, fangs.

Just, like, a boatload of
fangs. All up in your business.

How many people did
you say this thing ate?

- Seven.
- Yikes.

- And we'll need all of that.
- All right, we... Whoa.

Really? I mean, how much could
their information possibly cost?

To find who's hunting Ciri? A lot.

Really? And why do we need that?

Whoa!

Is that a giant metal spike hidden
in your secret door of mystery

or are you just pleased to...

- Not your best.
- Yeah, can't all be gold.

Ah.

How did I know that would be you?

- Hello, Codringher.
- Hello, Geralt.

Oh, goodness me, the
Viscount of Lettenhove.

A rare pleasure.

You know, I had that safety
device replaced just now.

Next time, make an appointment, eh?

Come in.

Good morrow, my lord.
'Tis ready for you.

Hmm.

Now, this will help get
you what you deserve.

- You had them fix the balance?
- No shit. You told me to.

My wife rather likes my head.

- So I thought, best to follow orders.
- Huh.

You know, a sword like
this won me an empire once.

Hmm. I'd like to hear about it.

Late summer. 1260.

I was down to the last of my men.

We hadn't eaten in days.

Our swords were dull as spoons
from the bloody skirmishes. Aah...

It was my last chance
to take down the Usurper.

I realized

the only way that I
could reclaim my throne

was to infiltrate the castle,

kill everyone that stood between me
and the man that's stolen my life.

A brave endeavor.

You mean a foolish one.

Emperor.

I traded my boots to a dwarf in
return for a Mahakam steel sword.

Aaah.

It was that sword that
decapitated the bastard.

One day,

war will be a thing of the past.

It will be a distant memory.

I will have my queen by my side

and the races of our world,
they will live in peace.

And you will make me a new sword.

One worthy of your craft.

A sword befitting the
Emperor of the Continent.

I'll drink to that.

What is it?

Fuck Kaer Morhen!

Not poison.

Everyone drink.

Drink.

I can't.

You want the White Flame to be poisoned?

Drink.

I said, drink.

It's not poison.

Jaskier! This is a treat.

Oh, I can assure you, madam,
the treat is entirely mine.

- Oh!
- I'd sign something for you, but it does

look like you have a shortage on paper.

You once said that, like a witcher,

you protect people from monsters
and monstrous difficulties.

Since you already knew of my arrival,

let's talk about my... difficulties.

That Rience, who interests you so much,

is quite a mysterious character.

Mmm, we've heard of him, of course.

The question is,

why have you?

He threatened to kill a friend of mine.

Not me. Don't worry.

Sorcerer's rejects do
often train as killers.

And this Rience, we know,
was kicked out of Ban Ard.

- That supports our theory.
- What theory?

That he's working for a
sorcerer more powerful than him.

Hmm.

You alarmed my cat.

I do apologize.

I assumed the clink of coin was the
last thing that would startle it.

I'm afraid that information
will cost you a bit more, Geralt.

Let's try a wager.

I shall turn my back,

and you shall throw this at my head.

Should you hit,

you win.

Should you miss,

you will give me the
information that I want,

on credit, of course.

You're not seriously suggesting
that I accept this wager?

No, I'm...

sure you will.

You didn't even flinch.

Why would I flinch?

I heard you aiming to miss.

Old softy.

Some official sorcerers
have secret pupils

doing illegal or... dirty business.

In sorcerer slang, it's described
as having someone on a leash.

Whose leash?

We don't know.

But we do know where this sorcerer
is doing his dirty business.

There is a castle called Vuilpanne,
uh, near the old scarlet...

- Ammonite mines.
- Yeah.

On the outskirts of Piana.

If you know that, you're
already in too deep.

This mage, whoever it is,

is very dangerous.

Let it lie, Geralt.

I shall not. But you knew that already.

Thank you for your time.

Do give our best to the
Elder Blood princess.

You have a client looking for her?

Istredd.

The mage?

You must know he isn't
the only one willing to pay

for the girl traveling with
the white-haired witcher.

You want to save her? You
need to find another girl...

An orphan of war, perhaps.

- Ashen hair, green eyes...
- No.

Geralt, my friend,

a time of contempt is approaching.

Deep and utter contempt.

My proposition is a simple solution.

Someone has to die

so someone else

can live.

I will not pay for what I love
by having contempt for myself.

Let's go.

Thank you.

Rogue mages, power-hungry
monarchs, and now Istredd.

Aren't you tired of being
on the run all the time?

Maybe we could find
somewhere safe for her?

Why don't we brainstorm
solutions on our way to Redania?

Hey.

I can hear you thinking.

Don't start playing the
"I travel alone" card

or "Jaskier, it's too dangerous" card.

I would like to remind
you that I was just bait

for Mr. Fire-Fingers.

I appreciate it, Jask.

I don't want to put
you in harm's way again.

It's why I have to go to Vuilpanne.

I'll come find you when Rience is dead.

Or he'll find me once you are.

- What are we shopping for, exactly?
- A miracle. Keep up.

What was that letter you sent earlier?

It's for Tissaia. Telling
her I'm coming home.

Is there a chance she might say no?

It's complicated.

Because of me?

Yes, you do tend to complicate things.

Yes, well, I'm not the only one.

You may be watching me,

but I have eyes too.

And what do you see, my ugly one?

Most times, a picture
of powerful perfection.

Excellent.

But you wrote three
drafts of that letter.

So there's more to the
picture, isn't there?

We need to keep moving.

Here. Run this through that
tangled mop on your head.

- Password.
- Ragamuffin.

Training hasn't helped
control your power as I'd hoped.

If anything, it's brought it to
the surface, made it more present.

Great.

At Aretuza, you can learn
to focus your visions

on the future you actually want to see.

- Over here!
- What if I don't want to see anything?

Well, then you're blind
to the big picture.

Put it down there!

Here she is. Come along!

Yen!

Thank the gods, you're alive.

- Tell me you've got good gossip.
- No time, Keira. I need your help.

My handmaiden and I are in
need of one of your portals.

- To Aretuza.
- You're going back to Aretuza?

After that legendary night
of non-fatal execution?

Well, I'm hoping they've forgotten
about that. Or forgiven me, anyway.

Mmph! Good luck. Tissaia
still hasn't forgiven me.

You fuck one upstart prince
with designs on the throne...

Anyway, it's good to see you.

Business has been achingly slow.

People are decapitated if
they stray their kingdoms.

- By whom?
- Each other.

With Nilfgaard on the horizon,

you'd think the North would have
got their shit together by now.

- Is there nothing the Brotherhood can do?
- Oi, hurry up.

Go on.

I need a portal to Claremont.

This one's got somethin'
waitin' for them.

Now.

Fancy a sniff, love?

I don't partake.

Kill the bitch!

Ciri!

Hold it open. I won't be long.

Run! Run!

Hey! What the fuck?

You have no idea who
you've just crossed...

What have you done?

That was one of Houvenaghel's men.

If you don't want to end up
decapitated, I suggest you run too.

Keira, wait...

Go.

Magic is organizing Chaos.

This requires two things.

Balance and control.

Without them, Chaos will kill you.

Has anyone seen Nissa?

Elizabet, fetch Nissa from her room,

and remind her that sickness of
any sort, including homesickness,

will not be tolerated.

Go back and try again,
Sabrina. We cannot let this stand.

I'm telling you, he's immovable.

He says Foltest and his people
can starve for all he cares.

Even if Henselt wanted
to send the grain to Temeria,

the damn Scoia'tael would
just steal it on the way.

We're wondering why the
kings are losing faith in us.

Because we knew the elves were a
problem and we did nothing about it.

That's... a short-sighted
view of history.

But I expect nothing less from you.

Enough coddling.

Return Triss to Foltest's court

and let's get this rough patch smoothed.

That would be as useful as
putting bandage on a severed limb.

Tissaia promised them Cirilla
of Cintra's head on a platter

and she failed to deliver.

We want peace, let's find
the brat and kill her.

No! Last I checked,

slinging matches are not
how we conduct business here.

We will take all concerns to
the full body of the Council,

as we always have.

In the meantime, you
are disrupting lessons.

They're not wrong.

Loath as I am to admit it...

- If you return to court...
- I told you.

The Brotherhood is welcome to fill
my position at Temeria any time.

I am best placed here with you,

helping these girls learn
what they're capable of.

It is a noble calling.

But I can't help but wonder
if it's really about them.

Just because you couldn't help Ciri...

I will go and check on Nissa.

Nissa?

Tell me about the elf.

Count de Noailles had captured an elf.

He said she was an assassin.

Louder!

Speak!

He... made me cut her...

in a thousand different ways.

And...

What did you do?

I... cut too deep.

And that was my first kill.

Please, no...

Did that excite you?

No.

It made me angry.

It was a waste.

We could have turned that elf.

Made her do our bidding.

She could have... been useful.

Yes. Useful.

Good boy.

You, uh... you went quite
a bit harder that time.

Not too hard?

You always give me perspective. Clarity.

Thank you.

I need you to do something in return.

Radovid has surprisingly good instincts.

Perhaps he could help
keep Vizimir in line.

I don't need help. I've
been managing him for years.

I've never seen this
Continent more divided.

Nilfgaard's not the only ones
who know it's ripe for the taking.

And if Radovid could be useful to us...

To Redania.

Speak to him. Hmm?

For me.

Hmm.

We're done.

Ahem.

It's him. Jaskier.

It's the Dandelion.

- Can't believe it!
- My man said I had a visitor.

But this, I must say,
is a nice surprise.

- Mmm.
- Have you come to sing us a pretty song?

Ha, ha! Uh, no. No, I don't,
uh... I don't do pretty.

I have information.

Those two detectives, Codringher
and Fenn, you've heard of them?

No.

Regardless,

they know who Rience is working for.

- Trivia.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, tell me.

Geralt is determined to
solve it in his Geralt way,

because he didn't have enough money
to pry their lips apart, but...

you do, I assume.

I appreciate the information,

I do, but what I really want is a song.

Uh... No. No, I'm, uh...
not really in a singing mood.

- Oh, go on.
- No. Uh...

Your clientele look like they're having

a very lovely time without me...

Pick your favorite. Please.

They'd love a song about
your white-haired witcher.

All right.

I'm so excited!

It's probably a trap.

Mm-hmm.

Definitely a trap.

May as well talk about it.

I know you're angry.

I'm not angry. I'm disappointed.

I did say we needed to
avoid unwanted attention.

I know.

This one's on me.

In all those lessons,
I should have taught you

that sometimes, discretion
is more important than valor.

You sound like Geralt.

Well, he isn't always wrong.

One day, I may be queen, and
I'll need to use what I've got.

And what I've got is a sense of
justice, a dagger and quick reflexes.

- You and Geralt taught me those things.
- Then our teachings were incomplete.

We should have taught
you about consequences.

Consequences are just
an excuse not to act.

Even when someone's going to be killed.

You didn't see that child's eyes.

- I had to do what I did...
- No, you chose to interfere.

That messenger in Ellander,
his fate is a mystery.

But I know what will happen here.

Dominik Houvenaghel will send
his cousin Leo Bonhart here

to recuperate his losses
with money or with blood.

The townspeople who do survive
will be conscripted to fight

against the war that's
looming on the horizon,

where they'll die on the battlefield.

If disease or starvation
doesn't claim them first.

You saved one,

and the consequence has likely
damned a hundred others in exchange.

What is the point in
me seeing the future

if I can't do anything to change it?

Well, why would you understand?

You see what you want,
you make it happen.

You snap your fingers, mountains move.

Men bend to your will.

How would you know what it's like
to fight for control of your life?

Where are you going?

More shopping?

No, my ugly one.

We're taking a detour.

Why do you call me that?

Because I promised I'd be sincere
with you from here forward.

Come along.

I want to show you who I really am.

Where's my fucking sword?

You're not even a fuckin' elf.

But you'll die like one.

You'll pay for this, Nilfgaardian scum.

Get up.

Get up, old friend.

Thanks for the save.

You've gotten my back
more than a few times.

It's my duty to pay back the favor.

What the hell are you doing here?

Francesca spouts her nonsense

about prophecies, Hen Ichaer,

while the Scoia'tael
die pillaging supplies.

All so we don't
die from hunger and frost.

I thought all you pointies
were superstitious.

Don't believe the legend of Elder Blood?

Please.

My people were building civilizations

while you blunt-eared bastards still

thought thunder was
the gods passing wind.

I believe in facts.

The fact is, Francesca's Hen
Ichaer is a girl from Cintra.

Cintra?

I saw her with my own eyes.

Apparently, the princess
is the savior of elvenkind.

I can't do it anymore, Cahir.

I can't keep leading my men to
die for a cause I don't believe in.

Ah. That's why you came back.

You've considered my proposal
to take charge of the elves.

Aye.

But... there's one thing
I still don't understand.

You. You were Emhyr's top general.

Now he's sent you to raid caravans
on the arse end of the battle lines

while getting the high holy
shit kicked out of you every day.

I don't get it.

If he's a wise man, as you say,

why the hell's he wasting
gods-given talent like yours?

I betrayed him.

Lied to him.

He trusted me to fulfill his
most sacred mission, and I failed.

So your plan is to keep paying penance

until you're killed by Northern troops?

He must be quite a man to
inspire such cock-eyed loyalty.

Oh, friend, your men hold
you in the same regard,

even if you are an old,
ugly, arrogant prick.

Bold.

Well, if I agree to your proposal,

what does overthrowing
Francesca say about my loyalty?

Gallatin,

you are one of the finest
soldiers I've ever fought beside.

The White Flame will see it.

You will help him take
the North, not Francesca.

He earned my loyalty.

Has she earned yours?

You wanna hear a good joke?

Hmm.

I was born

with more power than
most could comprehend.

Learned to bend Chaos to my will.

Designed to live forever young

and beautiful

in the upper echelons of the court.

Only to die here

in a wine cellar

with all of you.

- You know the problem with you mages?
- What?

You're too bloody serious.

- Yeah.
- 'S true.

Yeah!

Yeah, helping the
Brotherhood keep their power

by proppin' up rotten
kingdoms is serious work.

Won't be the case when
Nilfgaard takes over.

- Why?
- Emhyr has no use for the mages.

Case in point.

If I ever get out of here,

I'll play that game much smarter.

I saw a man try to escape once.

They sent the dogs after him.

Tore him limb from limb.

The Emperor only absolves you

once you're dead, love.

Hey.

Ah.

Hey!

We got another one.

What...

He's...

Put him in the bag. The lads
will help me throw him out.

Oh, come on.

One more. Please.

♪ Keep your words on ice ♪

♪ Your gaze ♪

♪ Lights the fire ♪

♪ They say keep on playing nice ♪

♪ But I have no desire ♪

♪ Why waste our words ♪

♪ When lips were made For
extraordinary things? ♪

♪ It's not a want, it's a need ♪

♪ It is paying no heed ♪

♪ To what others say to sing ♪

♪ The greatest songs are made up ♪

♪ Of unspoken words of love ♪

♪ Of them I've had enough ♪

♪ With you, I have enough ♪

♪ With you, I am ♪

♪ Enough ♪

♪ I am ♪

♪ Enough ♪

You can all applaud me now if you like.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Thank you.

- And you.
- That was just incredible.

Oh, I am so...

Come on...

That was...

I've never...

Uh...

Forgive me, I'm
speechless. Blame the mead.

I would, except you're not drunk.

It's all in the eyes.

They're not glassy.

Busking in seedy taverns
teaches great lessons in the art

of pretending to be pissed

when you have to keep
your wits about you.

And... in a vipers' den
such as this, well...

Will you see about Rience or not?

I always wondered what it was that
made your songs so irresistible.

Now I understand.

Oh, yeah?

And what's that?

You see people

for what they are, not
what they pretend to be.

Well, that's part of it, at least.

And the rest?

I don't know yet.

But I'm determined to figure it out.

And in the meantime, I will dig around

about this Rience
character and his cohorts.

Thank you.

Does the witcher know how
lucky he is to have you?

Listen. Someone's coming.

Someone's coming. ... coming...

Someone's coming!

- ... coming...
- Someone's coming!

- Someone's coming...
- Shh...

- What time is it?
- Shhhh...

- Please. Come help us.
- He'll come back for us. He always does.

- Help us!
- Please, just once!

Help me!

Help me, please! Please!

- Can you help us?
- Please, he'll be back soon.

- I can't feel anything.
- Please.

- I can't...
- Please. Come back.

- Help us. Please, please.
- I don't want to die here...

Help me!

Help me!

Help me... help me!

- Help!
- I won't hurt you.

Are you all right?

Are there any more like you here?

So many.

More and more.

Please...

He comes for us.

In the night.

- Stop him.
- He has to be stopped!

- Make him stop, please.
- The man you're speaking of...

Make him... come back...

Was his name Rience?

Elven scum.

- Always a source.
- Shhh!

No! No!

Why are you hurting us?

- No!
- Make him stop!

Don't let him kill us!

Don't kill us!

It's too late. Go!

All that wine just makes them heavier.

Rest in peace, motherfucker.

Cor!

They all thought the baker
was an innocent bystander,

but I told them, he was
the contortionist's aim

right from the beginning!

Uh... but speaking of things
that go bump in the night,

did I ever tell you about the time I saw

a young elf leaving
Virfuril's bedchamber?

- Darling, Virfuril is a frivolous fool.
- Hmm.

- What would I do without you, darling?
- Well, clearly not much, darling.

- Eva, more meat.
- Yes, m'lady.

He said that he was there
for an interrogation.

Well, torture would
explain the sounds I heard.

I just had the most intriguing
visit from the witcher's friend.

He seems to think those old
farts Codringher and Fenn

might have some info about Rience.

And?

And I'm wondering if perhaps
our methods of obtaining the girl

would be more easily achieved
with a carrot than a stick.

How very interesting.

Perhaps I need to pay those
old farts a visit too, hmm?

Passing me, same passage!

Picture the elf, standing
in the snow, belt unbuckled,

a delicious look of
guilt across his face.

Now, being the
fair-minded king that I am,

I said, "I'll give you a head start,

but you are due an arrow in the bum."

Now, I yell "Go,"

he scuttles off like a wounded deer,

and then I shot the elf, like this.

Hold still, I say.

Yeah!

Aplegatt! You lucky bastard!

- Ah.
- What word do you bring?

Now, have I ever told you
about the first time...

You don't seem to be enjoying my
brother's epic tales of derring-do.

- Aplegatt was...
- Hmm. I've heard this tale before.

- It doesn't improve by repetition.
- But that's another story!

Alas, my brother's not
renowned for his wit.

Philippa seems to think that you might

have more wit than meets the eye.

... when, through the branches, I see...

- Or not.
- ... dark-furred...

Surely, as Redania's spymaster,

you must realize that everyone
in this room's hiding something.

Even those like my brother,
who seem to be witless.

Vizimir has no secrets from me.

Then you do know about
his meeting last night?

With Nilfgaard.

Did you hear something?

- No.
- Really?

Nothing.

Why am I even asking? You're going deaf.

I'll have you...

- Heard you had a visitor.
- We have lots of...

You know who I mean.

The witcher was here.

I can still smell his
stench. What did you tell him?

Don't worry. We didn't mention
anything about your employer.

Or what he's really got
planned for Cirilla of Cintra.

What do you know about his plans?

Huh.

Please. Not the cat!

Tell me everything.

So... are you going to
let Yennefer come home?

Let her? She's already on her way.

Of course she is.

With an agenda, no doubt.

Hmm?

Oh, she's as fair-weathered
as the fog over this island.

Triss is right.

Gods forbid, Stregobor too.

We need to get the Northern kings
to listen to us and work together.

The last thing they'd want to see

is the woman who set their
execution party ablaze.

But you love her.

I think your mind is
struggling to catch up

with the decision your
heart's already made.

You head the Council with me.

How do you feel?

Gods know you weren't fond of her.

That's only because we
have too much in common.

- Bad tempers.
- Hmm.

Impetuousness.

The overwhelming need
to win an argument.

And we have one other thing in common.

Our love

for you.

If Yennefer can let go of the past,

so can I.

- What's this?
- An old superstition.

The stones are rumored to
have protective abilities.

You could just tell me
you were thinking of me.

I'll meet Yennefer at Gors Velen.

Make sure she's not bringing trouble.

Our detour was to a field.

A house used to stand here.

My house.

This is where I grew up.

Get out of there, girl!

I can do it!

How much for a pig?

How much for this beast?

She's our daughter!

She's no daughter of mine.

You can't take me!

I won't go.

Don't you dare take your eyes off me.

You do not have a choice.

My whole life I've had so much power.

But I've never been perfect.

I fought with Tissaia
every step of the way.

I wanted to do things my way.

That letter?

I don't know if I'll be
welcomed back to Aretuza.

Like you, I once chose to interfere.

I set a prisoner free.

And in doing so, I set the entire
North against the Brotherhood.

And the Brotherhood against each other.

Those bodies hanging at the tavern.

All those executions.

The whole Continent is
paying the consequences.

And you.

Because of me.

It's not enough to possess Chaos.

You and I,

we must learn to control it.

That is the essence of power.

That is how we will move mountains.

Together.

Come along,

Ciri.

Hmm.

Hello?

You're out of that
place now. You're safe.

Are you all right?

I knew you'd come for me.

And how'd you know that?

Because you always do.

We're tied by destiny.

Who are you?

Don't be silly, Geralt.

You know who I am.

I'm Ciri.

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