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It comes on a full moon...

to feed.

That's what Ma used to say.

When a wolf...

crosses a maiden's grave.

A pregnant girl who died before her time.

That babe...

starts growing...

right in her belly.

When it's big enough...

that babe rips out.

Only it ain't a babe no more.

It's a monster.

A vukodlak.

I swear, Witcher, that's what got me.

I swear I saw it.

- I swear on my ma's grave, I saw it...
- Shh. Shh, shh.

Three thousand orens. Up front.

No!

This... I definitely know.

♪ The vampiress bled ♪

♪ As white as a sheet ♪

♪ And yet her dead heart did beat ♪

♪ Did beat ♪

The kikimora?

Mm.

Hmm.

I don't recall the bard
singing of this one.

Who would dare
try and rob you of your treasure?

A woman?

Princess.

Were you in love?

What's her name?

When you live as long as I do,
all the names start to sound the same.

Were destiny a kinder bitch,
a whore like me

wouldn't have to settle for
her client's telltales.

A friend of yours came through here
last month headed for Temeria.

Friend?

Another witcher.

Mm. Blessed that prick
with my fullest efforts, too,

- and he...
- What's in Temeria?

- Do you not just hear me talking?
- Shouldn't you know

when someone's pretending?

It's been three nights.

Pay up or get out!

Temeria?

It's got a pest problem.

A few miners rounded up 3,000 orens
to have it killed.

Your boy took the coin and ran.

You hear me?

Thank you... for...

everything.

Witcher!

Hmm.

What about the room?

Don't judge me.

I'll be back with payment in a few days.

Anything happens to my horse...

You don't scare me.

Point me to Temeria.

Years of attacks by this creature,
and the king does nothing.

We must force his hand.
Lay down our picks...

and refuse to work.

Yeah.

And a half-measure ain't gonna do!
We've got to move on.

Plenty of work south of Sodden.

My son...

rest his soul...

told me...

in Nilfgaard...

the king diddled whores
while his subjects starved.

Then someone came.

The Usurper.

And he rallied the people,
and they took back what was theirs!

Yeah!

I say we follow their lead!

You can't kill the vukodlak...

so you decide to kill your king?

Great plan.

Another fuckin' witcher.

Your kind already swindled us once.

I take payment after the job is done
and for a third of the price.

An apology...

from my guild...

to yours.

And if you can't kill it?

Then I die.

Please.

Everyone remain calm.

Lower your weapons
and return to your homes.

Do so quickly
and without further theatrics...

and you have my word that our king
will not hear of this treason.

Foltest commits treason.

He hides in his winter castle
as we are eaten.

Yeah!

Mikal was a good boy.

Revenge will not ease your pain.

You know nothing...

of my pain.

Does Foltest have a plan?

See this one to our borders.

Temeria's had their fill... of witchers.

Witcher.

You can put down your sword.
I'm not here to hurt you.

Says the witch hiding in the woods.

Sorceress.

Witch.

Triss Merigold. I serve King Foltest.

So he makes a show
of kicking me out...

then sends his errand girl
to slip me some coin

so I kill his monster.

Not a very original plan for a king.

It's my plan.

My coin.

And I don't want you to kill the beast.

I want you to help me save it.

Six years ago,

stable hands started vanishing
at the castle above the city.

Before long, citizens were disappearing
throughout all Temeria.

Foltest's royal guards soon realized
the creature was coming from the crypt

where the king's sister Adda is buried.

Rumor has it she was having an affair
with a young man in town when she died.

Was she pregnant?

If she were, that would make her child
the sole heir to the throne

as Foltest never married.

The king fled the castle,
ignoring the rising death toll.

After Nilfgaard overthrew their king,

the Brotherhood
couldn't risk it happening again,

so they sent me here three months ago
to cure the creature.

Vukodlaks are freak mutations.

- They can't be cured.
- Good thing it's not a vukodlak.

Two thousand orens if you can tell me
what exactly killed these people.

You didn't want the people to know
that it bested a witcher.

And you let them believe
that he fled with their coin.

You two clearly weren't acquainted.

His heart's missing along with his liver.

Only one creature I know
is that picky an eater.

A striga.

- Strigas are old wives' tales.
- They're very rare.

The only way to make one
is through a curse.

- Someone wanted Adda dead.
- Mm-hmm.

But the curse didn't stop with Adda.
It turned her daughter into a monster.

Her daughter?

Strigas are female.

This striga's a princess.

Uh... can... can...

Uh, can they do something?

Uh, they... they're just watching.

It was a nice touch with the applause.

So how many more times
do you think we get to do this?

I don't know.

Soon you'll be off to your ruins,
dashing explorer.

Part-time dashing explorer.

Stregebor says
Temeria leans heavily on its mages.

So maybe you'll be too busy for me.

Or maybe you'll be too busy for me
once you get a taste of Aedirn revelry.

King Virfuril is handsome. Allegedly.

If I do a good job...

I can persuade him
to give you access to our ruins.

- Maybe we'll do this forever.
- Yeah.

Well, after the initiation today,
we're in charge.

We get to make the decisions,
be who we want to be.

What's wrong?

Fringilla and the others
see their ideal selves so clearly.

They know exactly what they want
for their enchantments.

Stop worrying so much.

Easy for a Ban Ard boy.

You dolts needn't change a single wrinkle
before heading to court.

What do you want?

Remember that scared girl
who tumbled at your feet in this cave...

totally unaware of her power?

I want to go back home to Aedirn
and never be her again.

- You're bound for Aedirn?
- Yes.

Let me be candid. You are a...
first draft of what nature intended, yes?

Lucky for you, I'm the final artist.

Every girl I enchant
leaves Aretuza a living work of art.

Hmm?

No matter how challenging the clay.

Perfect for Aedirn.

A gray dress assumes importance
without bald ambition.

Ah. Not the final look. More a preview.

There is not a person alive

that does not look into the mirror
and see some deformity.

Except for us.

We remake ourselves on our terms.
The world has no say in it.

Look.

You can free the victim
in the mirror forever.

I don't know where to begin.

Close your eyes.

I said close them.

Imagine the most powerful woman
in the world.

Her hair, the color of her eyes, yes...

but also the strength of her posture.

The poise of her entire being.

Do you see her?

Yes.

Open your eyes.

She is stunning.

Miss Merigold, you were dispatched
to settle a family affair,

not to enlist a mutant mercenary
for a game of sleuthing.

This is no game, Captain.
Tonight is a full moon,

and Geralt has already proved himself
to be invaluable.

We believe we can cure the creature.

You say she's a girl.

Then you will refer to her
as Her Royal Highness.

Segelin, I believe urgency

warrants flexibility in court decorum.

The witcher's theory is nonsense.
Princess Adda was the people's angel.

- Who'd wish to murder her?
- What about her lover?

Seditious rumors. Idle courtesans
trading out boredom for jealousy.

Perhaps if you called off your guards,

if we were able
to search the abandoned castle,

we could find clues as to who cursed her.

Except this witcher
would kill the princess as she sleeps,

- and collect the miners' coin.
- Call her a princess.

Call her a unicorn if you'd like to.

She grew inside Adda,
feeding on her petrified womb.

- Have you no respect?
- Mutating.

Growing for years
till she got so hungry...

she was forced to slither out.

Rotten muscle, bent bones,
two spidery legs,

claws dragging in the dirt.
An overgrown abortion.

Enough.

- Your Highness?
- Leave.

Hey!

Open the door!

Open this door! Protect the king!

Witcher!

- Who's the princess' father?
- My men will kill you, Witcher.

Hmm. It's funny.

You learn that your sister was murdered,
and you didn't even flinch.

But the moment
I mention the girl's father...

Why were you never married?

You are speaking to a king.

That is exactly my point.

Why not produce your own heir?

Why not kill the striga
and avoid this revolt?

Why drag this all out?

Between you and me...

who is the striga's father?

I remember hearing stories
about witchers when I was a child.

Is it true what they say?

That the mutations
that grant you your... abilities

also erase your emotions?

Must be.

'Cause only a man devoid of all heart

could accuse a brother
of bedding his murdered sister

while urging him to kill her.

Leave Temeria.

Never return.

Cintra continues their animosity
towards our organization.

Don't tell me
they're employing druids

or worse... fortune tellers.

King Dagorad has banned mages from Cintra,
God knows why.

I've heard rumors he's taken ill.

Now, if the king dies, perhaps his heiress
will be more pliable. Princess...

Calanthe? Good luck with that.

Word is she's even more stubborn
than her father is.

How fares Nilfgaard?

King Fergus is proving to be
an effective and excitable young king.

Horny, she means.

Spending the kingdom's money on women
as his people starve to death.

Fringilla will be in Nilfgaard
by week's end.

She will bring sanity and bread
to the people.

Your girl is... With all due respect,

your niece is only capable
of doing what she's told.

No ambitious mage wants to be assigned
anywhere south of Sodden.

But Nilfgaard needs correcting.

Perhaps we consider sending someone there
with a bit more... spine.

Stregobor, did you have anyone in mind?

What about your hunchback protégé?

How's her... spine?

We agreed
Yennefer would thrive in Aedirn.

King Virfuril
prefers mages from his kingdom,

- and Yennefer was born in Vengerberg.
- Oh, we'd be spitting in Dagorad's face

if we send Yennefer
to their biggest trade partner.

The only thing Cintra hates
more than mages is... elves.

Yennefer's of elven blood?

Quarter elf.

Watch a Cintran do that math.

Let's not model our wisdom
on prejudice and paranoia.

Prejudiced or not, you can't deny

Cintra has operated
outside our influence far too long.

Unchecked kings and queens
lead to rebellions. Massacres.

It's the reason this chapter was formed.

Still afraid of Falka, are you?

And you, you spare your niece her duties?

Not enough fragrance in Toussaint
to take the stench off that nepotism.

Let the Chapter vote, then.
I'll even recuse myself.

All in favor of Yennefer to Nilfgaard
instead of Fringilla?

Your Excellence, it's an honor.

The honor is mine.

King Fergus chose this.

- Not me.
- King Fergus of Nilfgaard?

What are you talking about?

Uh...

I demand an audience with the Chapter.

I handle court assignments, Yennefer.

- Not the Chapter.
- You promised me Aedirn.

New items came to light
which led me to believe

that you would be a better fit
for Nilfgaard.

There's no power in puppeting fools,

especially one who'd sooner
fondle his sorceress than listen to her!

I don't think new items came to light.

I think the Chapter overruled you.

Is that it? Yeah?

The all-powerful sorceress
Tissaia de Vriess

knocked down from her glass pedestal.

'Twas your blood.

Efforts in Cintra prevent the Brotherhood

from placing a mage with elven blood
in Aedirn's court.

How could you tell them?

I did not.

Stregobor did.

Divine the rest.

How many more hours?

Too many.

You were told to leave Temeria.

But come on.

These views.

Are you going to kill her?

I don't want the miners' coin.

Or mine, apparently.

What is this girl to you?

Why do you care?

You first.

I saw how Foltest and his boy
spoke to you.

Why help those who won't listen?

I'm sure someone as legendary as you

has already figured out several ways
to get past Segelin's guards.

Move away.

Temeria reeks of secrets.
I could sense them.

Just like I could these bodies
before we entered.

I imagine you sense them, too.

Foltest and Adda. What happened to them?

Not answering questions
is a pillar of your brooding charm.

Pretty sure Foltest is the father.

Adda's bedroom.

Do you think he cursed her?

Foltest?

Maybe.

Geralt.

Letters.

From Queen Sancia,
Foltest and Adda's mother.

A Queen Mother
cursing her own children for their affair.

This could destroy the throne.

Sancia wanted Adda
to get rid of the child.

It seems she refused. Repeatedly.

And now she's taken that curse with her
to the grave.

You've served the family for decades.

Was Sancia involved in
dark sorcery of any kind?

No. Of course not.

What was your relationship to Adda?

Well, I like to think that she saw me
as a confidant.

And protector, even.

We used to talk at great length
about her troubles.

She could be very naive.

She ever mention her brother?

Certainly not like this.

She was ashamed.

Or she was frightened.

What if the relationship was not...

consensual?

Hmm.

You think he raped Adda,
then cursed the child to cover it up?

Well, kings have done more for less.

True.

There's only one wrinkle, though.

- Your scent was on her sheets.
- Geralt.

Old ones...

and new ones.

What would I be doing
in a dead girl's bed?

I smelled what you were doing.

Foltest had no right!

He seduced Adda. Abused his position.

He was always nagging her
for attention.

Always nagging!

But he didn't love her.

- I did.
- You cursed the woman you loved?

I cursed Foltest, not her.

Countless are dead
because of your jealousy.

Countless are dead because of Foltest!

He spoiled Adda with his seed.

He refuses to kill this striga.

He lies to his people.
And yet you wag your finger in my face.

If you wanted him to suffer,
you could have just exposed the affair.

And hurt Adda?

Never.

Her memory will not be sullied,
not while I'm alive to protect it.

Tell us how to lift the curse.

No.

Foltest will watch
as Temeria turns against him.

Just as he turned Adda against me.

Hmm.

Unh.

I, Sabrina Glevissig,
offer myself to the Brotherhood

to make good on the promise
of the Spheres.

To not place power before virtue.

- To respect...
- Where is she?

You didn't hear?

...for as long
as my flesh endures.

Welcome to the Brotherhood of Sorcerers.
You may perform your enchantment.

Yenna.

Yenna, what are you doing?

Undoing what you've done.

I'll have my father sign this deed
declaring me his natural-born daughter

and not an elven bastard.

Do you really think this slip of paper
will fool the Chapter? Yenna...

Get your hands away from me!

It was a test.

It was, uh, an idiotic manipulation.
Forgive me.

Can your apology save me from Nilfgaard?

Take me to Aedirn?

- Do they make me more than my blood?
- And you think this will?

Fine.

Tell them you lied.

Say you concocted this slander
to gain the favor of your precious rector.

It's too late. You missed initiation.

The enchantments are done.
Think clearly.

You're so smart, aren't you?
You know everything.

I'm sorry. I had no way of knowing
how the information would be used.

- But neither did you.
- Do not turn this on me.

We're pretending your precious rectoress
never ordered you to spy on me?

Look, I-I can fix this.

The Brotherhood... they've offered me a seat
on the Research Chapter. Me.

Okay? Neither of us have to go to court.

- You can't be serious?
- We can travel the continent together.

We can be together.
We can forge a whole new destiny.

Ah.

A life holding dustpans
while you brush off forgotten bones?

That's not destiny.

It's slow suicide.

You don't mean that.

Would it frighten you to know you're
not privy to every one of my thoughts?

You are patronizing me.

I was going to Temeria for you.

That was your decision.

You really think I wish to waste my days
gossiping at court?

That's your fetish, not mine.

A true man would state his desires.

Well, how would I recognize them? Huh?

You get off on disguising yours
as my own. Oh.

Stregobor was right.

That's exactly why you're here,
exactly what she taught you.

Everyone's a pawn.

I will not be schooled by a man

who pimps the world
as some romantic adventure.

My world is cruel.

Unpredictable.

You enter, you survive, you die.

- You know, victimhood is not your color.
- Nor heroism yours.

You're just angry because
you lost your chance to be beautiful!

I want to be powerful.

Seen and adored with everyone watching.

It is what I'm owed.

No amount of power or beauty
will ever make you feel worthy of either.

Let's take a rest, dear.

Foltest, leave your sister be.

Show Madame de Vriess some respect.

What wonderful children, Your Highness.

Thank you.

Your Excellence.

An Aedirnian would surely
have had better footing.

You claim to be
quite the artist. Prove it.

- The Chapter would have my head.
- Do they already have your cock?

- I'll need time to prepare the herbs.
- That won't be necessary.

Don't be foolish.
You can't be awake during the procedure.

I can.

Oh so quick to violence.

Strange, considering what Miss Merigold
told me about you.

- And what's that?
- She told me...

to trust you.

Will this work?

Answer honestly.

I don't know.

Will my...

will my daughter...

be normal?

She'll need special care.

She's lived as an animal.

All she's ever known is...

rage and hunger.

What is this?

For the princess.

If I can lift the curse.

A gift.

You're giving me this
because you do not expect to see morning.

This isn't my first time
trying to save a princess

who others see as a monster.

What happened to that princess?

I killed her.

I did try to resist, at first, with Adda.
We both did.

For all it brightens,
love casts long shadows.

I envy you.

To live...

and never have to fall in love.

Witcher.

This is madness!

What are we doing here? What's happening?

How can I lift the curse?

No.

This is not right.

Foltest must pay for what he did.

Explain that to her.

Carry me out. I order you.

Tell me how to lift the curse.

Sh-She was hiding from the Brotherhood.

She sold me a lamb.

Sh-She told me
to wait until a full moon,

to wait and then to kill it.

And then I recited some silly chant.

And then I bathed in the lamb's blood
until sunrise.

Until the rooster crowed three times.
And that is all.

I swear. I swear.
Now please let us leave.

What was the chant?

It was years ago.

It was Elven. Um...

Wh... what is it? The...
I... I've done what you've asked.

What more can I do?

Nothing, unless you can
keep a striga out of her crypt

until a fucking rooster
crows three times.

You're gonna have to fight her till dawn.

Leave my eyes. These as well.

There is a cost to all creation.

A sacrifice that is always made.

To be reborn...

you will bear no more.

Do you understand?

Good.

No. No. Come back here.

Please. Please!

You'd leave a man
bound to die in such indignity?

You're not a man.

Please forgive me.

It was Foltest.

It was his fault.

I loved your mother.

Fuck.

Yennefer of Vengerberg.

My apologies, Your Excellence.

Please allow me to remove
this misguided girl.

Now, what sort of a king refuses a dance
with one of his subjects?

Vengerberg?

Are you aware that I'm in the market
for just such a mage?

On your lead, Your Excellence.

Geralt...

Geralt.

Renfri.

The girl in the woods
will be with you always.

People call you a monster too.

Renfri.

You choose...

You choose...

Your scars. You heal quite nicely.

Your will to live is strong.

The princess?

I've arranged for her to stay a while
with the Sisters of Melitele.

But...

I...

- Her neck?
- She'll heal, too.

You should know
Foltest issued a statement.

The honorable Lord Ostrit
gave his life to slay the vukodlak.

Miners are gathering ore for a statue.

Anyone else would've killed the princess.

You chose not to.

I'll take my coin now.

I need to get back to my horse.

Who's Renfri?

Hers was the only name you uttered
over and over in your sleep.

My coin.

So that's all life is to you?

Monsters and money?

It's all it needs to be.

You say this is all life is to you,

but there is a vortex of fate
around all of us, Geralt,

growing with each and every one
of our choices...

drawing our destinies in closer.

I feel something out there waits for you.

Something more.

Ciri.

Ciri.

Ciri!

Ciri! Ciri!

Ciri! Ciri!

Wha...

Ciri!

Ciri! Ciri!

Ciri.

Ciri.

Ciri. Ciri.

Ciri.