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Isn't it ironic?

Everywhere else, people are fleeing Nilfgaard, and we are doing everything

can to get there.

That's the only way to Cape Duke.

But to save city, the end justifies the means. We must find a way across.

Milford knew these routes best. I'd be better off if she were here. Hey, I know

them pretty well myself. Back in my sandpiper days, I was not only renowned

my bravery, but for my keen eye to detail.

And my eagle eyes.

All right.

Yeah, just those little roots there.

Someone needs to have their eagle eye checked.

Hey, don't mock the explicit.

It's not a root.

It's a rope.

Well, then maybe.

Yes,

Geralt, you are going to want to see this.

Well done, Jaskier. You found us an abandoned petty.

It's not abandoned.

These two were hiding in the bushes.

We need to cross the river.

To Nilfgaard?

Sorry, but this old bathtub ain't gonna make it.

It appears to be quite sound.

Yeah, well, closed for business now, ain't we? What with the war on.

And the baboon attacks.

Baboons? Never seen any monkeys on my travels here. I bet you don't miss a

if the price is right.

Do you?

Have the right price?

Yeah, didn't think so. We ain't going anywhere.

Either you take us, or we'll take it ourselves.

After all the deep tourist death and battle, who'd have thought this was how

we'd get to Nilfgaard?

I've taken shit stronger than this ride.

You're not the only one who has a way with words, Bard.

After all this time, Nilfgaard looks like any other spit of land.

Aye, just something else for humans to fight and die over.

Nothing special about it. I'm not sure everyone would agree.

They're northerners.

What are they doing in Nilfgaard?

Not baboons.

Gorillas fighting behind enemy lines.

Oh, shit. Nilfgaardians!

They won't survive long in Nilfgaard.

And we took their ride back to safety.

That bear is our only hope!

What the... They're reeling us in! Into their face!

What are you... No! No, no, no, no! We'll have to do that for you, idiot!

We're not going to piss them off even more! Come back!

Sorry! These are bots!

They're not starting a fight!

We need to cross! No!

Incoming!

Stop! What are they doing? Grab an oar and row!

Gliding down that river, caught between two warring armies, our witcher knew his

quest for Ciri was in danger.

But this time, because they had faith in each other, Geralt's odd little band...

The Hansa.

They came to be known as the Hansa.

Angoulême coined it. Who? Don't worry, you'll meet her soon.

Little Nimue, look at you.

So grown.

And still see the need to correct old Strybog.

Nori, I'm the one who's leaving.

I told you this would happen someday.

I have a destiny to find.

How about it?

A final story?

Yes, please, Strybog. What did the Hansa do?

Please tell us. Okay, okay.

Now, where was I? The fairy was being shot by the baboons. Ah, yes.

The Hansa.

managed to survive for the moment.

It appears we've passed the danger, my friends. Sure, on a river that makes us

everyone's enemy.

There's no place to land.

Let's keep moving downstream.

Where in the north did the white tunics hail from?

The heraldry was an amalgamation.

Some kind of joint army.

No need in knowing them intimately.

Let's just be glad we weren't fucked and move on.

Arceus, northern side!

Fire! What? Are those nilpies? I don't understand anything.

Northerners on the south shore, nilp guardians on the north.

They're trying to make sense of war. Fire!

Take cover! We're sitting down here!

I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, but could you please?

Yup.

Nope, nope. He's dead.

He's dead.

Fire! Tell the music!

They're not with the arrows already.

Yes, they do lack a little creativity, don't they? Fuck.

I think they heard you.

What the fuck is that?

Their creativity.

Oh, God.

We're all going to die.

Quick,

put it out.

That was quite an entrance.

Someone had to save your assets.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Truly, I am.

Regis!

Masterful, Archer.

It got you in the heart.

Oh, dear one.

Haven't I disabused you of these quaint human notions?

Imagine a simple shard of wood being my end.

As absurd as yours being something without teeth.

Let's hope neither is in the foreseeable future.

Welcome back. You were missed.

Remember when you tried to get rid of us?

Which time?

Centuries of brilliance.

Istris.

Rita.

Vesemir.

The novices.

Gone. All because of one man.

You know, it's crazy.

I actually thought we could do it.

I really believed because we wanted it so badly that we would finally destroy

Vilgefortz.

Wait, where's Emi?

Emi hasn't got her, Philippa.

She's out there.

Somewhere. But I don't know where.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I know she's your daughter.

But she was also our hope.

And now it truly feels like all of this.

All of us.

When I found you, I asked you, how will you

be reborn?

Do you remember?

At the time, I didn't realize what it truly meant.

I was building an army. I thought that...

In order for us to survive, we sorceresses had to become soldiers.

I was so wrong.

What do you mean?

This whole time, I've been overlooking something that was right in front of me.

What would be our strongest asset from here forward?

Everyone's so scared of Leo Bonhart.

Can't wait to see the look on his face when we get the drop on him.

He's not an ordinary one.

Yeah, I wish we had Falco.

I wish I knew why she left.

She just wasn't herself.

She'll come back to us.

I can feel it.

Maybe. You hope so, though. I'm taking a break from hope.

Focus on what I know is real.

Like Leo Bonhart.

Mitchell's right.

Falco made a choice.

We made the better one. Bring it on.

Best way to become legends is to kill one.

Thank you.

Look, clear here.

The rest of our journey to the druids might be safer afoot.

Then, again.

For fuck's sake.

Are they chasing us? They're being chased by the look of it.

It's like we're caught between two wildfires. Fucking nightmare is what it

What are they saying?

Well, it's hard to make out in between all the horsens and seed waste.

That's...

Fucking sorry!

Queen May.

Quite the pose of brass to be gallivanting around Nilfgaard. And we've

her.

Nilfgaardian spies!

You are hereby ordered by Her Majesty the Queen to bring that postman to shore

immediately! Failure to do so will result in execution! I hate to poke

your logic, but we're not Nilfgaardians. We're on your side!

I think we should keep rowing. That'll do you no good.

Not much further, we reach open sea.

A saltwater sea. Why, another great human notion? No, it eats my skin.

I'm a vampire.

Oh.

Bye.

Any idea how we're going to survive this river ride?

By ending it. We need to get off the water.

Even at its conception, the Brotherhood was an exercising contradiction,

weaponizing our God's given power to serve its whims, fueling hate

and distrust for anyone who was different, pushing us into

royal alliances, pitting us against each other.

But in the course of weeks, we, the women in this room, have

managed to combine our magic, our methods, to make allies of old enemies,

because we shared one goal, protecting magic from Vilgefortz's takeover.

Fringilla, you are stronger than all of us.

To have endured what Vilgefortz put you through.

It's like all my life, I've only ever known one primal instinct.

And that's been to seek out the powerful and hold on.

So you showed up at my door?

Your rabbit hole.

You know, it turns out that our strength,

all of our strength, is innate.

And stronger.

Together. Together?

We can clean up this mess.

We can also all agree this is Vilgefortz's fault.

But he's still out there.

We're not done yet.

The future of magic is still at risk. The theory is still at risk.

We'll find her.

And in the meantime, we make sure there's a home for her to come back to.

We bring back Isaiah, Ida, Zima, Elena, and the novices. And we build

a lodge of sorceresses.

And we do it our way.

It is revealed.

The first crossing we've seen for miles. And likely the last.

No wonder there are so many troops around.

He who holds the bridge rules all this territory.

Let's clear that bridge, make land, and cover our track.

Get back to our real mission and find those droids.

That's it.

Don't mind us.

We're just a gang of happy -go -lucky misfits here to save a princess from an

abominable fate.

Just don't look down.

Here we go again.

Move from the ground.

Try to push down.

Go, go, go.

You've been hit.

No, I haven't.

Oh, get her down. Get her down. Quick, easy.

Oh,

you are most certainly not all right. The symptoms are clear.

She's miscarrying.

Thanks for announcing it.

Milford, what can I do? You can leave me alone.

Go, quickly.

Milford, you cannot move until the bleeding subsides.

Hey, hey, what's going on?

Nilfgaard takes Asprey's name, so kill every introvert and eliminate anyone

find down here.

This isn't our fight. No, for her.

Why aren't you listening? I said leave me.

Your privacy, yes, but no one's leaving me behind.

I can help her.

But you've got to help us gain safe passage.

Squirrel, you saved our hides, and a dwarf never leaves a debt unpaid.

We're getting out of here, even if I have no fucking idea how to cross the

battlefield. What rank did you hold in the Nilfgaardian army?

I was an officer.

You're willing to kill the very thing you once were.

You finally understand what I'm not anymore.

What strategy do you propose?

Keep up.

Carol!

It'll be okay, Maria.

What are the chances they were both dropped on their head as babies?

Even an officer and a witcher are no match for an entire army of nutters.

Yes, sir.

Go.

We are coming back.

I promise.

Can't let them have all the fun now. Come.

It won't be long.

Let's go cut some nifty bastards.

Come on, Wolf.

Come on, old man.

Oh, you don't have to motivate me.

Retreat! Take another step, Alex!

It is not lost until I say it's lost. So turn your arses round and fight.

What were your orders?

Hold the bridge for the queen.

Then hold the fucking bridge or your queen is lost. You enjoy the taste of

leather, my friend, because you are about to feel this man's boots so far up

your arses you will be biting on buckles. You listen to him.

And hold!

Anything to add, Paul?

Let's fucking move!

Come on!

My help was more needed down here.

What's happening?

Tell me.

It's messy.

But they are fighting.

Milva, the North, is fighting back.

It only took a Nilfgaardian, a Witcher, and a dwarf to lead them.

But they will clear the path to Cagedale. Oh.

I need it.

Good news.

I thought you were foolish to try this. You came anyway.

You're glad you didn't kill me now.

I'll let you know.

They need a witcher.

Your head's still intact?

Well, they're nearly roasted.

Thank you. You see?

There are certain advantages to being underestimated.

We held the bridge.

We did.

Let's find Melba.

Chris, I need your help.

You mean besides sweeping?

What's that?

The dagger Vesemir used to wound Vilgefortz. And you have it because... I

you to use it to track Vilgefortz back to Stiga.

Yen, no.

He's weak.

If I find him now, I can kill him.

But the Lodge of Sorceresses.

You lit that spark.

I led you to an idea.

But to you to see it through.

I don't understand.

I need to protect Ciri, and I won't let anyone else suffer for this.

You sound like Geralt. Thank you. That wasn't a compliment.

Not in this case.

Even if you break through his portal matrix, you'll wind up somewhere he

well, and you not at all. I know.

I made a promise to stop him, and I intend to keep it.

For Istredd, for Geralt, for magic.

For me.

If I don't come back, don't say that.

With or without me.

The sole survivors of the Battle of Monte Calvo.

Welcome home.

There's only one way you could have escaped with your lives.

Cowardice.

A true believer would have burnt to ash to murder those witches.

However, you'll get a second chance to be better in death than you ever were in

life.

You were always good with your hands.

I remember.

You were always sharp -tongued.

I

don't

know you.

You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

Witness my final victory.

Vilgefort knew Yennefer would come for him. But that's another story.

Off you go. Go on.

Go on.

I'm going to study in Aretuza.

Aretuza, you said?

After all those generations?

I can't believe it's open again. I can't believe I get to walk the same stones

as Lady Yennefer. To learn everything I can about all of them.

Especially... Ceri.

I remember.

I still feel a connection to her.

Linked by... Destiny.

Stories are very powerful.

They change us.

And we, in spite of that, change them too.

We are studies.

No need to nick it this time.

I couldn't. Nonsense.

My eyes are going.

It needs a good home.

And who knows if any of it's true.

But you said it.

How this saga ends may depend on you.

But how?

Huh.

What happened to her?

The theory.

Geralt saved Queen Mev, and Yen was on the hunt for Vilgefortz, but he never

finished the theory story.

You're asking the wrong person.

Good luck chasing that guy.

If Skrull was right, theory would come back for them.

But what happened next?

Something begin.

But something also ends.

Is there a rat?

Yes, a rat.

Come inside.

Zyla, get in here now.

You won't get any trouble from her. As long as you keep your tongue still till

we leave.

Where's the chimera's head?

Oi, no words.

my little mate. Fine.

Did you just... Stop that.

If we are to go forth, we shall go forth. But at least allow me to make you

offer first.

Why don't you suck my bull sack?

Well, I consider that you're mine.

There's a goodly reward for you dead.

But I am obligated to tell you that there's an even bigger reward.

For you alive.

So what's it going to be? The easy way or the hard way? The easy way hurts much

less. Stop your yapping and get down here, you skinny little fucker. The hard

way it is.

One, two, three, four, five.

Where's Valka?

Valka, the highly skilled one, where is she?

No?

Is she hiding?

I'll be right down.

Let's kill this freak.

What was that, Kelpie?

Keep going.

What the

music.

You better get through me first.

I don't want to get through.

Please!

Please!

Come on, little mouse.

Think of me and, huh?

He'd want you to do better, wouldn't he?

Not to die like a dog!

It's all right.

It's over.

What?

Where is Felka?

Tell me where she is, and I'll let you live.

Come on.

They're all dead.

No one will know.

Where is your little friend?

She's dying, you know.

Will she go for you?

Good, I get to complete the set.

Belka, we meet at last.

If your friends had fought like you, maybe they'd still be alive.

You're about to die here.

But you don't fear a tear.

You've got the skill, but you don't have the stomach for battle.

This is how you die.

In your own pits and shits and your blood and guts.

Woo!

Can I get some breast?

She lost the child.

How is she?

Oh, she'll recover.

Fully.

Is she traveling with you?

As long as she'll have us.

Thank you.

I wish to be thanking you.

If it weren't for you and your friends, we'd all be dead.

We're wearing black and gold today.

Not only you saved me, you saved our queen.

Queen Malfavois.

A kingdom of Lyria and Rivia.

Who risks his life not knowing who he's fighting for?

That's him. It is your grace.

Rise.

For Queen Mev.

Now, whatever happens next is staying by my side.

You led the charge in defense of the bridge.

We did.

What possessed you to do such a thing when I could not convince my own men?

Just seemed to happen.

Seemed to happen.

You know the feeling. Some son of a bitch smacked me in the face. That just

seemed to happen to you.

What's your name?

Geralt.

Geralt from where?

Not where, really.

Well, that will not do.

You speak the oath. I am tasteless.

Neil. Aye.

For outstanding valor in a fight for a just cause, I, Mev,

by grace of the gods, the queen of Lyria and Rivia, by my power, rights, and

privilege, dub you a knight.

Bear this blow.

Don't look at me like that. Shirk not away from pain as you would not from

honor. Never mind. Let me do it.

It's the best part of my job.

Don't tell him I said this, but he's wanted to be a knight ever since we

met. A white knight, and now he is.

He always was, I think.

Shh. Stay in the moment, you don'ts. May you always remember the cause for which

you fight and those you have sworn to protect.

Serve us faithfully, Sir Geralt of Rivia, with courage and valour,

with allegiance to me and only me.

in the days ahead, and for all of time.

Wait.

Keep your eyes on me.

I'll throw me your head in the barrel.

I grow weary of the theatrics of this, yes.

Show me.

Truly a magnificent specimen for you.

Largest and most brutish I have ever seen.

Oh, yes.

You know them very nicely.

There is someone you need to find for me.

who stands between me and my daughter.

My destiny.

Whose will is as great as my own.

Let me give you a sample of his stench. Give it to me.

Hey.

In shadows to bow, no man of point can trust to survive.

He only keeps his fortune fire.