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Geralt? Geralt?

Wake up.

Oh, good, you're awake.

We are in a bit of a situation.

Where are the others?

Our friends are scattered to fates unknown, and we... Well...

You've done wrong.

You're surprised we bested your imperial allies.

Allies? You were among them when we quelled their raid on the refugee camp.

You are spies, traitors for Nilfgaard.

I am no friend to Nilfgaard. I can assure you we are no enemies of Cintra

late Queen Calanthe. You do not speak her name.

I was there the day you invoked the law of surprise.

And now my queen is dead.

Our homes are pillaged or occupied.

And Princess Cirilla, the one who could give us hope and purpose, now sits

beside Emhyr, thanks to you.

Today, you die by beheading, which is more than you deserve.

You're making a mistake.

Bring them to be executed!

We should have seen this coming. That sisterfucker Balthest has betrayed the

North. He's broken a peace treaty with Nilfgaard. Peace? Emy will roll over to

Myria farther than Balthest can hit us.

Your Grace.

Your Grace, this is your moment.

We can attack Deligan.

The North is desperate for a victory.

How many men do we risk losing if we attack Diligen?

Six thousand, your grace.

But we risk far more if you do nothing.

Perhaps more drink will loosen your gracious tongue.

Useless twat!

Apologies for the interruption, but perhaps I could be of service.

Do you want to stand in for the tree?

As you wish.

Or I could take you to the esteemed guests who have been brought into camp.

Perhaps there's a more enjoyable way to channel your frustration.

The bard is not your enemy. Let him walk free.

Hold him down.

You are making a mistake.

This man is sworn to protect Cirilla of Sintra.

No! Hold your weapon.

Who the hell are you?

By order of Sigismund Dijkstra.

The bard is needed elsewhere.

The witcher comes with me.

Brilliant.

You finally found something after all this time.

Tell me everything.

Addendum written after the conjunction by someone named Avalon.

I know why theory is so important to so many people.

A specific elder bloodline that gives it the power to collapse space and time,

not just on the continent, but with other spheres.

That's possible.

It's possible, yes, but the way to do it... It's all right.

It's all right.

Tell me.

Vilgefortz could drain a life force, take it for himself.

Yenna, it would kill her.

That's terrible news.

I'm so grateful.

Are we finally now, now?

You can't let that happen to her, Jenna. She will die.

Jenna, she will die.

No use keeping up appearances.

I've got everything I need.

Feel good, folks.

You've given me all that I need.

But I have to admit, I'm going to miss putting on these little... Shows,

Seems we have a visitor.

My lord.

Come in.

Join us.

You know Istredd?

Of course.

Prisoner.

Yes. Much like you.

Oh, you've always been a prisoner here, Frangilla.

Just one without a cage.

I have a very...

special place prepared for you, where you will give me everything that I

need.

Hello.

Welcome.

I'm so relieved that you've arrived safely.

Now, there's been a slight shift in plans, and if you're ready, I'd like to

start your training. Yennefer!

Absolutely not. Look, I know this isn't what we discussed. It is not.

These girls are not warriors. They came for sanctuary.

A sanctuary that will stay safe if we channel their powers.

Pilgrim's coming.

Because of you.

Peter. You promised protection.

Then you make them fight for it. You can't have it both ways.

I believe in them.

Because we were them.

You know I'm choosing to fight.

When we were their age, you know we would have also.

But they are the last survivors of the last generation of Aretuza.

If we fail here, there must be a future for magic.

Spoken to Marty Sodergrim.

Nenneke and the priestesses of Malicelli.

Five more, ten.

What's the matter, Anne?

We'll die within these walls if you bring the Ogrefort there.

We'll die if we do nothing.

Philip,

oh, my God. Don't waste that, dear.

Much can be made of it.

Oh, I'm fine.

He's not a fucker.

An ambush by rogue mages.

Our sisters in Oxenfurt were slaughtered.

No one else is coming, Yennefer. I had slightly better luck.

But I need you all to keep an open mind.

Pessimist.

Cohen. Lambert. I've told Triss.

I'll not get mixed up in your magical politics.

I would never ask you to fight on behalf of me again.

I know how much you've lost.

I was thinking more about what they've held on to.

Their keep.

They protected Kaer Morhen for thousands of years.

Until she came along.

Vesemir, can you help us?

How do we protect her home?

Won't be easy.

I've only been here a blink, but already I can see that this place is as

vulnerable as a widow at a wedding.

Is it true that this Vilgefortz wants Ciri?

Bringing him here won't matter one bit if you can't win the fight.

We can do anything.

We're charmed.

Sabrina Glevesek.

The charm's all mine, witch.

Yennefer, even with Fringilla on the inside, it's far from enough. It is one

thing to defend a castle, and quite another to seek out a beating from the

powerful mage we have ever known.

Perhaps we reconsider our plan, dear.

The priest was right.

Evil is always amongst us.

Well, at least we got away with the horse.

Yeah. Now, what's the day in?

Deccan times the charm.

No!

Dirty witch!

I will gut him like a pig!

That horse is gone!

I wanted to return your arrow, elf.

I'm not an elf, elf guardian.

And I'm not an elf guardian.

You've been trudging after us for nearly a fortnight.

Why? I'm trying to find my way again.

To Cirilla.

Geralt Cirilla?

I have dreams.

I believe my destiny aligns with hers.

And his.

Sure, if he kills you. And so be it.

You want to die? No.

No.

I want a chance to prove how wrong I've been.

To him.

And to myself.

Why have you been helping me?

Why, indeed.

For reasons beyond me.

I see truth in your eyes.

And now, in your words.

I'm Cahir.

Call me Milva.

Shall we go get my friends? Yes, let's.

You never learn, do you, guys?

I've got bad news.

You guys were legendary.

Get a load of that. Wanted. That's right, we are.

Shit, Falco, look at that.

Your double missiles. Way to go, Falco.

That's what happens when you give the Baron's daughter a haircut.

And then gut her hide -hunted in broad daylight.

The Baron won't make that mistake again. Or next time he sends ten more.

No. No, I'm once Kayleigh, doll.

Yeah, laugh all you want, but after Rockane, we need to play smarter.

What happened in Rockane?

A job we pulled.

A big one in a... We lost some friends.

We gained an enemy.

Leo Bonhart.

I guess not all bounty hunters are as easy to kill.

Well... They haven't met Falco.

We look forwards, not back, okay?

We've got a package to acquire in a couple of days. Are we all good?

We're good.

If Falco sits out again, yeah.

We can't have our little butcher bring in the heat.

Nice, right?

But I'm not being left out of anything again.

I'm one of you now.

Remember?

So I see you fancy something different.

Time for a change.

Who? Let me.

I never wanted so much attention.

I just want to disappear.

Please don't say that.

I'm happy you're here with us.

We are.

Even Kayleigh.

Although he's fiercely protective.

Everyone has always wanted me to be how they want me to be.

I just want to be me.

Did you see who did this?

No. No?

Is he your husband?

Yeah. Oh, dear.

Is he dead?

Maybe not. Maybe there's still hope.

Maybe we can resuscitate him.

Listen.

Oh.

No, I'm afraid he's dead. I can't drink with your fussing.

It's a big wad.

That's just a flesh wound.

Ah,

there we go.

Someone is very well trained.

You never stood a chance, did you?

You look... charming.

My little frog.

I'd like to, um... properly thank you.

you witcher.

Yes, yeah.

Where have they taken him?

All in good time.

Is that not the all, Marshal?

He's my prisoner.

It's best if you and your sham of a king didn't forget that.

Respectfully. You and your Cintran refugee friends would all be dead by now

it wasn't for us. So get the fuck out.

Respectfully.

I have to walk with this cane like an old man because of you.

You were so spry before.

I was

worried, you know.

Seemed like all the fight had gone out of you.

Unbind me and we'll see.

Your arrival has brought a potential solution to a pesky problem I have.

Alas, you will die.

But not with a purpose.

Why does everyone always wish to make a sermon of my death?

Because a good sermon can change everything.

It's pointless as serving a king will always be replaced by another.

It's not pointless.

Everyone has a role.

Even your bard friend.

From this moment, rest assured, nothing is personal.

And why is it that you want me, Dad?

Oh, my dear boy, haven't I made myself clear?

Not everything's about you.

Your Majesty, I heard about your tragedy.

I am truly sorry.

What are you doing here?

We are on our way to Nilfgaard to save Ciri.

That is, once we're done trying to prove that we're not spies.

Consider it done.

Oh.

Thank you.

I think they had agreed to let me go.

I was going to find you, make up for what I did in Loxia.

Then he was killed.

And now here I am, where I never intended to be.

We talked of masks.

Do you remember?

I do.

That's all I am now.

The mask.

I am not my brother.

Because I cannot be myself.

Where does that leave me?

Intended or not, you are a king.

Stay here.

Be with me.

Help me. I can be strong enough.

I can do it.

We're going to start easy.

And this need go no further.

All you need to do is give me what I need.

A simple acknowledgement of the pain I am giving you.

You think that's of the worst pain I feel right now?

Apparently not.

But only because I haven't hit the right nerve.

Bring all your girlfriends.

Only the ones I want to impress.

Please do.

Here, take my hand.

Wow.

They're beautiful.

What are they?

Not sure. I've never seen anything like it.

This isn't like you, Geralt.

You, uh, fight for something, do you not?

Hmm?

Someone?

The lone wolf isn't alone anymore.

Which is how I know.

You'll break.

No?

I didn't want to go this far.

But your darling lion cub, have you heard what is in store for her in

She is lost to you forever.

Not forever.

Hunting in your dreams, Geralt.

Sorry.

Oh, shit.

How's her name?

It's a Greylock.

Usually harmless, but it's been infected by a parasite. Run!

Just cry out and it can all be over.

Louder. I need the whole camp to hear.

Come on. Focus.

Let go of the sword.

Let the world hear you suffer!

How is Geralt?

What are they doing to him?

I don't know. What do you mean you don't know? Do something. Make them stop.

Well, Dijkstra always has a plan. Dijkstra has his own plans. You're the

You get to tell people what to do.

Then will you accept my offer and stay?

What? Or will you go back to searching for that little girl with your witcher?

I cannot believe that you are bargaining with this.

You're the only one left in this world.

Oh, I know who you are, Radovid. I know who you are at your core. You are

weak. No.

I chose you.

They took that from me when they killed my brother. And you will die like him,

too.

Alone.

You can't talk to me like that.

You're great.

Take him back to the other prison.

Yes.

You know, I might escape my shackles one day.

What about yours?

Thank you for your service to my cause.

Let's hope it was worth it.

One more thing.

As promised, the news from Nilfgaard.

Your Cirilla of Cintra is engaged to be married to Emhyrvar

Emrys.

What? I'll be handing you back to Visigard.

He'll make a show of killing you at dawn, so you'll have time to contemplate

utter breadth of your family.

God. Come on.

You're doing that?

You're doing that?

You're doing that? You're doing that?

You're doing that?

You're doing that?

You're doing that?

Create a defense.

Along the parapet.

Mountain's nearly impassable. They'll have to attack by air.

They can attack from anywhere, outside or in.

Vilgefortz controls portals.

Well, that complicates things.

What can you tell me about him?

He used to be a mercenary.

He'll bring an army he's prepared to lose.

Then each base will need at least one reinforcement on their backs stationed

around the castle.

Will your numbers match theirs?

No.

We need to do more with less.

And our magic lessens with fatigue.

It can run dry.

Then magic is not enough.

You're right.

But we have something they don't have.

Show us how to fight like witches.

Ready?

So tell me, what can you do?

Archery.

And production.

Either way, I always hit my mark.

Let's just stick with the archery.

Nature manipulation.

Butterfly swords should make an interesting pairing.

We'll train with these.

It's not in my nature.

Let the beast out, Perigold.

Cute dance, I suppose.

Good. Come.

Good.

And who are you?

I've been defending myself since the day I was born.

I have skills these women can only dream of.

You. Five Irons on Francesca.

You're wrong.

Do you want to know a secret?

This isn't my first lesson from a Witcher.

May the gods strike me down for saying so, but not the worst.

We might actually pull this off.

I feared

you were dead.

Right,

we need a plan. What's the plan?

We have to move it. Oh, well.

Thank the gods for small mercies.

They took me to Radovid to torture me. I don't know.

I wanted to feel so angry after Thanedd, but... I still

felt that spark.

And then I heard your screams.

And sparks be damned. You know, you wanted me to choose between you.

Who would do that?

And the saddest part, beyond my bruised heart, is what will most certainly

become of him without me.

I mean, what's left for him?

War.

And death.

It's genius.

Well, a lot of people have said it. I couldn't possibly comment.

That was what Dexter wanted.

He used me to break his new king of hope.

Of having anything else.

It deserves nothing else.

Beata.

Beata is dead.

I know.

I'm so sorry.

Mildred and the dwarves, are they dead too?

The people in the villages, the camps?

but fighting it.

Well, that's good. That's a good thing, right?

Ciri has said to marry Amir.

How can I fight that?

Shit.

Hey.

Humanity will survive another day.

Will we?

I, for one, would like to keep my head on my shoulders if it's all the same to

you, and I know this is harsh, but if we could sideline your despair for a

moment and imagine how to save ourselves first.

You know, I think I'm going to pick the spot for us next time. I didn't know.

I wish I could say that was the first time.

I almost got killed by a monster.

Oh, well, I wouldn't have let that wyvern hurt you either, my sweet

Not bad.

Then, Rockane, I was saved by a witcher.

Brayen.

Is that the friend you lost?

I thought he was an absolute cockhead for a while.

No.

Turns out he wasn't.

Just had a story.

Like all of us.

There was a princess he wanted to save, but he failed.

So somebody else had to step in and do the job for him.

Geralt of Rivia.

He said his name in there.

Like you have in your dreams.

I don't understand. What do you want from me?

I want you to admit that you didn't just materialise out of thin air in Gliswyn

all those weeks ago.

I want you to admit that you had a life.

I think a rich and noble one.

Where you were taught manners.

And weirdly sword skills.

And clearly, you were loved.

Yes.

I knew Geralt.

And a sorceress named Yennefer.

They were my family.

But they are gone now.

Loving me brought them nothing but problems.

And pain.

And if they're still alive, they're better off without me.

I don't need to think that you are.

That's what loving is.

You call this place home?

Is it?

I don't know.

R2, there was my home. But every time I returned, I'd find new enemies.

Home. When I think of home, I think of... Think of her.

You think of him.

In the days when we'd go from safe house to safe house.

And we'd find one we liked, we'd stay there for longer.

We're finally done running.

I am here.

It's hard enough these days just to survive.

While our brothers fall around us.

The world's changing, Yennefer.

My family's fading away.

There's nothing I can do to stop it. Not nothing.

Never nothing.

In Danid, Bilgefort chose to keep Geralt barely alive.

He chose to make him suffer.

His cruelty knows no bounds.

I'll die trying to stop him.

Can we win this fight?

Can I tell you a secret?

Leaders never really know.

But they keep their debts from their people.

You've changed since I last saw you.

Seeing every angle.

Learning from past mistakes.

You could have curled up and died.

After Fanon.

After seeing what happened to Tissaia.

But you didn't.

Why didn't you?

Because you're a leader.

And you're a damn fine leader from what I've seen.

And as for the workforce, I've decided I'm going to face that fucker myself.

We'd never ask you to do that.

For Geralt, for Ciri, and for you.

I'm going to kill the worst monster of them all.

Your Grace.

Where is the bard, I thought? We know where he is, Dijkstra.

Come.

Drink with me.

Your Grace, you honour me.

To the glory of Redania.

Now, Your Grace, we have much to do.

Would you like to address the generals?

General, I wanted to thank you for your assistance earlier. I am so new at this

and fond of libations.

An innocent jest, Your Grace.

Letting me out of war takes time.

Indeed.

You speak to me so informally again.

I will take your hand, ears, and eyes.

Do you understand?

Yes, Your Grace.

Guards!

Take him away.

No, not him. Him.

Your Grace, what is this? You wrote me off as a drunk and a

fob, but... As my friend the Bard once told me, I know enough to keep my wits

about me.

I was privy to your machinations with Vizimir.

Every time my brother thought he was in control, your grip on the reins was

tightest.

I will not be your fool, too.

Your games today have done damage I will never be able to repair.

Grace, I am a patriot.

I've only ever wanted glory for our country under a strong king.

My dear Dijkstra.

You have succeeded.

You will forever have my thanks.

Take them with you as you leave Redania.

That's it.

This is all I have.

That's exactly why.

Alone.

Prepare the men.

We move to take Dilligan at first light.

Your time is up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We were supposed to have until the morning.

Cintra has suffered long enough.

Justice won't wait another minute.

You truly want justice.

Release me so I can save Ciri.

You're sticking to your lie right to the end, are you, witcher?

Final words. You'll grant us some final words, right?

Violence.

is off the tool of the dim -witted and the lame, but the artist shall live on.

He cannot be killed by a very big knife. Panicking now, panicking.

This blade was Calanthe's.

It will take your life for hers.

No!

The craftsmanship is impeccable. This is the blade of a queen, and you dishonor

it.

How did she do that?

You're all right. You're all right.

Milza and the others aren't far behind.

What about the guards?

They're asleep.

What if they wake?

They won't.

Good luck.

I will see you very soon.

Rhesus, I appreciate all you've done for us.

Perhaps it's best we don't meet again.

Wait, what? He literally just saved us. I suspected that it might come to this.

If we are parting, something I've been working on, a gift,

in case you're in need of some hope.

Witcher blood holds many secrets, including how this elixir was made.

It's my own special brew.

No doubt different from what you're accustomed to, but it will help in a

if need be.

Your discretion has served me well, Geralt.

But you no longer need to keep it.

You do run along now.

Don't waste time.

Don't look back.

Off you go.

Why are we leaving him?

What is Regis? Is he a mage? A sorcerer? Some kind of... Vampire. Vampire?

Vampire! Are you... Are you kidding me?

Do you mean to tell me that we've been walking around this entire time with a

fucking vampire in our midst?

I mean, what's he going to do to... Oh, holy hellspawn.

Limp father.

Right, you speak here. Let me handle this.

I'm not going to scare you.

You've got this.

Gentlemen!

I hate to interrupt you whilst you're ominously loitering. It's a lovely

for it, but I was just wondering if I could just... Deserted?

The price for our silence is ten pieces of silver.

Yeah, I don't have that. You know, the economy and everything. But you just

me to...

pop through here. I do have two gold pieces sewn into my shoe.

Get it! Calm down for one second.

Carol, stay where you are. I have this under control.

Just allow me.

Nope.

Hey,

guys.

Thought you were lost.

You're the lost one. Oh, kind.

I told you Regis could do it. That was not necessary, by the way. I had that

handled. I know you did, lad.

Just thought I'd give you a hand.

Listen.

Soldiers, on the hill.

How are we going to get out of here?

Geralt, we need a plan.

We're surrounded.

They attack from all directions.

We'll consolidate forces on the southern edge. Use the fire to form a fence.

Force them to engage from one side.

A wise maneuver, my king.

We're so fucked now, what with your... Geralt?

I'm so sorry. Save your word, not the ant.

Just go, Lee.

Find Siri.

Find Siri.

I've got you.

Quick.

Let's move.

Hang on, the ant.