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Youse go first.

Better chance of unicorns flyin' out my arse.

Think of the bounty.

Might make a pointy-horn worth it, eh?

- Mmm. - Ooh.

Oh!

Look at what's comin'.

Unusual mare. Cozy coach.

- You, girly, come on, hand it over. - Hey!

Talking to me, yokel?

What's this about?

Our priest told us a monster's been roamin' this 'ere elven graveyard.

- Fen Carn. - That has nothing to do with us.

You said that this was a shortcut to Nilfgaard.

You did not mention anything about an ominous monster graveyard of death.

Ah, at least it's not a bloody battlefield.

These can't be our best options.

Everyone knows you need to ride around a cemetery on a black colt,

like that one there, to sniff out the very worst beasts, Witcher.

Pity for you, then. I'm not giving up my horse.

No one's asking you, wench.

True, a woman's tears can be used to burn toxic flesh,

but that woman must be pure and untouched.

You don't quite fit the part, love.

Oi, watch it.

Oof.

Oh no, you killed him!

You killed him! To steal our bounty!

He's fine. Probably.

Hey, you all right, Squirrel?

- Cloggy, are you all right, mate? - She broke my nose!

We do meet an awful lot of odd characters on our paths, don't we?

Ah, the dead are quieter.

Yeah, we hope.

Well, good luck and good riddance gettin' through Fen Carn, then!

We'll take your luck, but you can keep your riddance, you cretin.

Arseholes!

Keep an eye out, Percy. We'll scout ahead and make sure it's safe.

Let's go.

Oh, here we go.

Anything to get Ciri back, right?

Hmm.

Oh, I do not like that look.

Uh...

Is it me,

or has it gotten dark?

And cold?

And somewhat scarier in here?

If there are any ghouls,

vampires, or ghost... corpses,

they should know that I am armed and extremely dangerous.

You mind not waking the dead?

Right, yeah, sorry.

I've a silver arrowhead in case.

Didn't you read the inscription on my sihil?

No, what does it say?

"Confusion to the whoresons!"

Yeah, pithy. Any twitches in the old medallion there, Geralt?

No.

Ah, in which case...

I love the stories that old graveyards tell, you know?

I mean, look at this one.

Charming bit of doggerel.

Come, knock your head against this stone

Your living time has come and gone

And with these words, your mortal shell

Shall meet my fate

- In fiery hell! - Jaskier, stop!

- No. - We have to help him.

It's a wraith. Stand back.

Knock your head against this stone Your living time has come and gone

With these words, your mortal shell

Shall meet my fate in fiery hell!

- What are you up to, Witcher? - Baiting it.

- Help! - Help Jaskier. Go!

No!

- Help! - Jaskier!

It's dragging me to hell!

Fuck!

Come on!

Come on!

We got you! We got you.

- Hold on. - Come on!

Oh...

There...

Will I ever see you kill a beast, Witcher?

She wasn't a beast.

That was her heart, consumed by a lifetime of sorrow.

Her suffering is over.

Uh, yeah.

- You all right? - Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, of course.

Though perhaps you'll, uh... let me choose our direction next time, yeah?

If you wanna become a Rat, Falka,

watch and learn.

It all starts with a distraction.

Ah, you're a misbegotten wastrel, thrice-cursed son of a harlot!

Shut your trap, woman.

You're an utter and complete waste of skin and bone, you know that?

Oi, you two, move along.

And how do you suppose I do that? The rotten thing is broken.

- Because everything you do turns to shit! - Oh, give it a rest.

No, look at our vegetables. It's...

Quite the actors, aren't they?

Big heist like this, we all play our roles.

What did you do to get stuck with the worst job?

See, you'd think that, but I now know it's the most important.

I see everything.

Anything goes wrong, anyone's in trouble, I save them.

- Move your stuff, move! - Fix it, then!

- Will you give it a rest? - Fix the damn thing, huh?

- I'm trying, but it's not helping... - Pick it up!

Next, the infiltration. Our mark is the richest man in town.

So, the tax collector?

Oh, fast learner.

- You never do! - What are we doing?

- You broke the fucking thing. - What?

Pick up your rubbish!

Mistle, open the damn door!

I can't.

She's going to get caught.

- I'm going in. - No, we've got it.

- Rats only. We have it all planned. - Pick your stuff up.

Why don't you help us?

- Do it, then! - What do you think we're trying to do?

Yeah. Don't just stand there.

- Get over here. - Fine.

Needs a whole push!

Clear.

Bit tricky, this thing. Nearly there.

Yeah, keep going.

Bit higher. Bit higher.

Higher than that, come on.

A big, strong fella like you should be able to lift it.

Now the execution.

Hello, gorgeous.

Who the fuck are you?

Nuh-uh-uh.

Not a peep out of you, or your head will be next.

All right?

Spare my life.

Uh... we... we could have some fun.

Best fisstech you'll ever try.

Eh?

Ah, yes.

Like that. No, lower. Lower.

- Are you serious? - Why is it taking so long?

- Don't worry. - Why am I sat here on my hands?

I could help them.

If they need help, we'll know it.

That's it. All done.

All right, now take your rotten vegetables, and that harpy,

and get the fuck out of here.

Oh shit.

- Where'd she go? - Always one thing to be ready for.

Oi!

A complication.

What the fuck?

- Are you all right? - Thieves!

- Seize them! - Guards!

Guards, to me!

Inside!

- Inside. - Inside!

- We got company! - Round the back!

Make sure they don't escape!

Ladies. May I get the door?

Push the door. Come on! Get it open!

And another one for luck.

Open the door! Push it!

It won't bu...

Falka, what are you doing?

Come on, let's go!

Let's go, let's go! Come on.

- I've got ya! Come on. - No!

You're not goin' anywhere.

Go, go, go!

- Yah! - Hey!

- Why did you do that? - Because I'm with you.

Follow my lead.

Yah!

Nice work, Mistle!

How the fuck did you manage that?

See him go out the fucking window?

I know!

You did good!

Stop! Over there! Hey!

Guys. Guys!

Get out the way!

- Fucking go! - Asse, go, go, go, go, go!

Yah!

- Move out the way! - They're gaining on us!

Kayleigh, your stones!

There's none left.

Get back! Get back!

No, I'm too high for this.

Go on, boy!

- Get back! - They're almost on us.

Come on, move out the way! Now! Now!

- Faster! - Hey!

Yah! Yah!

What the fuck are you...

Out the way, now!

Is anyone home?

What are you doing here?

Skipping the pleasantries, I see.

Since when have we been pleasant?

Since needs must.

I'm looking for sanctuary.

For you?

From me?

That's rich.

There's no one else here.

What of it?

With the Continent at war,

and Vizimir dead,

I find it hard to believe that you and Dijkstra

aren't whispering sweet, self-serving nothings into the ear of

good King...

- What's his name again? - Radovid.

Radovid.

Who is even more receptive to my advice than his predecessor.

Rubbish. You've been booted.

Huh.

This was pleasant.

Now, do shut the door on your way out.

I hate drafts.

Keira's dead.

Vilgefortz, he's gathering an army.

Hunting us. With an order to join him or die.

An evil army.

Of course he is.

We have no choice but to gather one too.

If only you had listened.

If you had stood with me at Thanedd...

We were blind.

You weren't.

That's why, despite our rather morbid history,

I came to you first.

It's why I'm here.

I don't just need sanctuary.

I need you.

The Yennefer I know doesn't need anyone.

The Yennefer you knew is dead.

A puppeteer without puppets is just a fool holding on to some string.

How will you be reborn, Philippa?

You're limping again, Witcher.

Let's rest.

We need to get back to the others. We've lost the light.

Can you smell that?

Aniseed. Or cinnamon, perhaps.

- What's up, Witcher? - Come out.

Oh, dear gods, what now?

Out with you!

You will not be harmed.

I suggest you put away your weapons, good people.

They won't be necessary.

As you can see, I bear no blade.

Neither have I anything on me that might be termed attractive booty.

My name is Emiel Regis. I'm a barber-surgeon.

- You smell like an apothecary shop. - Yes.

- Why were you hiding from us? - From war, my friend.

What better place to hide from the... violent inclinations of the living

than here, among the dead?

Yes, well, from recent experience,

I can attest the dead are also somewhat violent.

Aye.

Are you sure there's nothing else around here waiting to go all bitey-bitey?

I assure you,

I am the most frightening thing here.

I have a small cottage nearby

where I distill medicines and elixirs.

A spring where you can wash yourself.

And a hearth to warm you.

Please, I invite you all to return with me there

and rest the night.

- There are more of us. - All are welcome.

Let's gather the others. We'll rest while we can.

Hey, let's keep our eyes open.

Somethin' fishy about this stinkin' herbalist.

Come in. Come in, please. Make yourselves at home.

Is this an athanor coupled to an alembic,

equipped with a rectifying column and a copper condenser?

Did you build this yourself?

Indeed.

I was attempting to distill, extract the fifth essence.

And yes, I am a stinking herbalist.

- Mmm. - What is that?

That, my friend, is the fifth essence.

And the... the sixth, and I suspect the seventh?

This is a divine elixir.

This is a heavenly mead.

This is...

Uh, what is it?

It's a distillate of mandrake enriched with belladonna and other intoxicants.

I'm sure his moonshine is too expensive for us.

- I could trade you for a song. - No!

He'll double the price.

Please, I invite you to enjoy as much as you desire.

There's little chance I'd be able to cross the battlefield to sell it in town.

Let's not talk of prices. Or songs.

I mean, if you're offering. Just take that...

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

- Aah. - Gentlemen.

To your good health.

- Ha-ha! - Ah-ha-ha!

Mmm, mmm.

- Oh. Oh wow. - Oh!

That is the best seventh essence I've ever tried.

Whoo! Ha-ha!

Clear.

What the hell was that?

You just threw away every bit of coin we rightfully stole.

Thanks to you, we have nothing.

So Mistle falls for a stray, and we all get fucked.

We got rules for a reason.

Well, don't look at me. This is Giz's call.

It was the first thing I said, we stick to the plan. It's that simple.

- I was trying to be a part of... - But you're not a part of any of it.

You don't understand the consequences of what you've just done.

Well, you could tell me. Just an idea.

It doesn't matter. We wouldn't have left without Mistle.

When I told you this job was for Rats only,

I meant them, not you.

- Not yet. - Not ever.

Let's just

give her to the guards.

- Ever considered not being a prick? - Enough!

If it wasn't for me, you'd have been captured and killed.

Yeah, I dunno. Hasn't happened yet, has it?

Yeah, we've been here doing this long before you glowered on to us.

Glommed.

And we'll be here long after your number's up.

Maybe you should reconsider that.

Because we didn't use all the explosives to blow a single door.

We didn't

throw the tax collector

out of the window.

We didn't screw up the distraction

and jeopardize the escape.

And we didn't forget

that saving someone is the most important job.

Yeah, I liked it better when she was mute.

Never mind. Can we keep her?

Falka, slow down.

You can't just leave. They're combing the streets for us.

I can handle myself.

Clearly. But guards like that favor action over talk.

Come with me, then.

Can't you see they're my family?

What, and I'm just a...

a fuck?

It's not like that.

You're with us. Remember?

I'm trying to take care of you.

Shit.

I'll stay till morning.

But I'm sleeping alone.

Sleep tight, little one.

Get some rest.

- Oh, by the gods, this is good. - Mmm!

- It's making my brain feel... - I checked on Beata.

- She's safely tucked in. - Uh... Whew!

Milva, my good lass.

You look positively ravishing.

You're drunk. How fun.

Oh, have a drink with us, oh serious one.

The road has been long.

You deserve some mandrake.

- Mandrake? - Mm-hmm.

- It's kind of a medicine, too, isn't it? - It can be.

Bottoms up!

Whoa...

Come on in. Let's get her a drink.

You're blushing. She's still swallowing.

No, she's got to go and finish.

That's the one!

Come dance with me.

Come on!

Aah!

What's she like?

It's a wraith wound. I'll live.

Come, come now.

This wound is much deeper than that.

Literally.

It seems you turn to magic to heal rather than rest.

I have no time to rest.

Hmm. How have you staved off infection?

The waters of Brokilon.

Ah, the Dryads. I've long wished to see the waters at work.

Sometimes they don't.

And, um...

your friends?

My traveling companions

don't know my condition, and they won't.

Hmm.

Must be a strange existence, living alone in a cemetery.

If you're looking for a story,

I'm afraid I'm the most boring of things.

A man with a past.

After a youth spent in disillusion,

I decided to dedicate my life to knowledge.

The study of pain is a particular fascination for me.

Hmm.

A journey from pleasure to pain.

It's very poetic.

As a witcher, I'm sure you know quite a lot about the subject.

Although, perhaps not for too long.

And what do you mean?

If you do your job well,

you will run out of monsters to kill, will you not?

What then for you?

People like to invent monsters and monstrosities.

When they lie,

cheat, steal, beat their wives,

they need to believe in a bane more terrible than they are.

It makes them seem less monstrous themselves.

Until that changes, there will always be a call for witchers.

Aah.

As for me...

This poultice and the mandrake juice I offered earlier

will help with the pain.

No one the wiser.

Thank you for your discretion.

I could use some food, friend.

I've been trying to find your little rabbit hole.

- Speaking of, is it fresh? - It's conjured.

You once told me that was a waste of Chaos.

But things change, don't they?

Like you in the North.

Emhyr offered me Cintra.

Imperial Governor.

And you got lost?

A gift from Emhyr is merely an obligation to further service.

I got tired of being under his thumb, so I got out.

No intention of going back, so don't ask me to.

I won't.

This is about Vilgefortz.

He's recruiting mages to his keep

and blocking portals to stop us from reaching him there.

Now, you...

you sound a little insane.

We're not friends, Yennefer.

What do you want?

You're Fringilla Vigo.

Your reputation in Nilfgaard was that of a cold strategist,

capable of leading a magical military front

halfway across the Continent.

Vilgefortz would be a fool if he didn't want you on his side.

And he's many things, but he's no fool.

He'll send his mages to recruit you, as he did to me.

- And you're doing to me. - I'm asking you to say yes.

Find out where his stronghold is

so we can defeat his army.

- Kill him. - Why?

Uh...

Why should I put my head in a noose for you? Hmm?

A dimeritium blade?

You really are insane.

I can look after myself, thank you.

You know...

if we take down Vilgefortz,

Emhyr is sure to fall too.

No more hiding out with rabbits.

Pardon the interruption.

My manners are more attuned to battlefields

than ladies' sitting rooms.

Please, take a seat.

You're comfortable here?

Have everything you need?

Yesterday, your reaction to my required leadership

in punishing that soldier was quite frankly disappointing.

Softness is appropriate to your sex,

yet unexpected, considering your lineage.

Calanthe was fearless.

She was

a woman to behold.

I'll be blunt.

You are acting odd.

Was it the mention of the witcher?

- Geralt? - Mmm.

You traveled with him. Perhaps you feel some kind of loyalty.

I knew him in another life.

In this one, I'm not concerned with his threat.

But if you are his Child of Destiny,

living under my roof,

I am concerned about trusting you.

Your Majesty,

you can trust me.

Even if your grandmother failed you...

surely the witcher taught you how to fight.

And kill.

- Hmm. - Take it.

Oh!

Show me.

What are you scared of?

I don't want to hurt you.

Try again.

You are not Cirilla of Cintra.

If she steps foot out of this room, you kill her.

Yes, Your Grace.

The girl has displeased you?

The girl is not my daughter.

- Are you certain, My Lord? - Almost.

My Lord.

It...

It seems to me that Vilgefortz

must have betrayed you in more ways than one.

Yes.

You bring him to me. Now.

I will.

Uh, and what of our troops in Bodrog? Should I...

No, no, no, no.

Fuck the war.

The prophecy will not work with an imposter.

I need Cirilla now.

As you wish.

There you go, my friend. You have the constitution of a goat.

Pour me another.

You don't want another. Okay, okay.

None for you?

- My health isn't what it once was. - Milva.

- How many arrows can you... - One of many pleasures I traded.

- Three. - No.

- Definitely. - No.

Once, I managed four.

Four arrows at the same time? You never did.

I did! I can show you.

Easy, easy...

- Later. - Okay, gentlemen.

Lady. A toast.

To our host, thank you.

But more importantly, to finding what pleases us,

even in these, the darkest of days.

He's tough.

But gets drunk quickly, dreaming of a shit ton of steel.

Stubborn fuck!

Speaking of, Geralt, have you had any more wild dreams about Ciri?

Has he told you about Ciri, Regis?

She is the Child of Destiny.

And we are joining Geralt, walking legend that he is,

across the Continent to reclaim her

from the White Flame, Emhyr var Emreis himself.

Is that what this is?

You give us drink, loosen our tongues?

I had to know if I could trust you, yes.

But you'll come to no harm.

Some say mandrake juice reveals your deepest wishes.

I'm done with wishes.

Yeah. He doesn't, uh... he doesn't do wishes.

He once wished for the raven-haired witch.

- Yennefer... - Jaskier.

Most conversations end like that.

Hmm.

That's 'em!

- In there! - Come on!

- They're up there. - What the fuck?

What the fuck's going on?

They're looking for us. Back door!

Here they are!

What the hell is this?

You put the tax collector in his place.

Years of being bilked so he could shove it up his nose.

You returned our money to us, and you won't suffer for it.

We can safely get you out of town.

Here. Have some.

They think we're heroes.

I'm saying that's never happened before.

She didn't just beat the guards. She brought us admirers.

Yeah. We still have no money. That's gonna be a problem.

We'll make up for it. As long as Kayleigh doesn't get too excited again.

Remember the time he tripped down the stairs in that brothel?

Shut up!

Falka's right.

If she hadn't jumped in, I would've been caught.

You're not seriously suggesting we let her join us, are you?

I sensed her aura before we even found her.

Mistle, it's the girl with green eyes.

Her fate is tied to ours. I'm sure of it, guys.

- Well, I love her. She's fucking crazy. - But all the shit she said.

She was hurting. We've all been there.

Isn't that why we're Rats?

Do the thing.

Giz. Do it.

What's all this?

You don't have anything.

Take this.

You don't have

anything or anyone.

And you serve no master.

You don't have anything.

You don't have anyone.

You don't have any family.

You will always be a stranger.

Always a stranger.

Always different.

And always one of us.

Huh? Uh, I am?

If you wanna be.

You serve no master.

You have no family.

You are a Rat.

I serve no master.

I have no family.

I am a Rat.

- Louder! - You can do it better than that!

I serve no master.

I have no family.

I am a Rat!

I serve no master.

I have no family.

I am a Rat!

Where are they?

They're waiting on the road.

You were the last to rise.

Pleasant dreams, I hope.

Forty days have passed since I left Brokilon,

and I've traveled only 50 leagues.

Ciri is in Emhyr's palace in Nilfgaard, about 200 leagues from here.

At this rate, it'll take months to get there.

What do you say to that?

You need to move faster.

Hmm.

If only saying made it so.

And yet it was you who recognized

that you couldn't continue without rest or treatment.

I want you to know I won't tell your secrets.

There are few things that belong to a man in this time of contempt.

One of them is the right to keep his own counsel.

Hmm.

I can see that you are a man of restraint.

How long before the leg needs treatment again?

With a war to fight through, not long.

Which is why I would like to join you as a companion.

You'd abandon a life of peace

to join me on a death march?

Why?

Even the most solitary beings must eventually find succor.

You understand that better than most.

What makes you believe that?

Your entire being is dedicated to finding someone

who you fear you failed.

Your Ciri.

You confound me, barber-surgeon.

For what it's worth,

discretion is a value I cherish as well.

Hmm.

Yenna. You were gone for so long, I thought something had happened.

How's your head? Don't tell me "Fine."

You blacked out for so long after Vilgefortz portaled you from Thanedd.

Here, eat.

How, uh... how... how is everything out there?

Well, there's still no sign of Ciri.

Which, I can't believe I'm saying this, may be for the better.

Gives us time to figure out what Vilgefortz is planning to do with her.

The answer is in the book.

Ah, but it's pre-Conjunction Elven. It's older than recorded history.

- The translation alone could take months. - You can do this.

You've already decoded how to block portals.

Keep him from finding us.

But that's the thing. There's a larger picture I can't see.

Portals are related to monoliths, which we know control time and space.

After what she did at Tor Lara, we know Ciri is connected.

But how?

Yes. How?

That's the question.

If we know what she can do... we know what he's after.

You keep studying the book. I'll focus on finding backup.

I won't let you down, Yenna.

Now, this is interesting.

Fringilla Vigo. What a surprise.

She came in during a round-up.

She said she can be of use to you.

Yennefer of Vengerberg

gave me this.

She wants me to kill you.

Mmm.

And you agreed?

I did.

To her face.

What I really want

is to see the last remnants of the Brotherhood dead.

And how will you do that?

By being on the winning side this time.

Your side.

He only sent two last time.

He's getting scared.

Hasn't anyone told you it's not safe to travel alone right now?

Oh.

Thank you.

Hmm.

We could make good use of each other's company.

How many of us are left?

I'm still finding out.

I'm on my way to appeal to the most powerful elf on the Continent.

Oh.

She's going to love that.

You're welcome.

Ah.

There is one more thing, Geralt, if we are to travel together.

Did we decide that?

I will not ply you with mandrake juice again.

- You have my assurance. - Hmm.

But as to your dreams...

I wrung Emhyr's neck until he was dead.

Aah.

Whatever you dream, pay attention.

Not to the fear, but the joy.

It will lead you.

To where?

To a life well lived.

Until the day you die.

And the fear?

Are you suggesting I ignore it?

You've spent a lifetime battling monsters and men.

Fear has become a familiar guidepost to you.

- One that has served me well. - Interesting.

I sense in you

a deeper desire

for balance.

Preserving your own humanity by protecting others,

be it your own family or this one.

Hurry!

Hmm.

You ready?

We'll make a stop...

The only truth is forged in fire

Aren't they pretty?

Against this tie that never dies

I hear you callin' in my dreams

Through fractured time And Elder schemes

Every step through realms unknown

Writes more songs of blood and bone

But I swear I'll bring you home

I'll keep you safe Till the end of days

I believe in the blade

Its edge of truth will never fade

This bond between us will never abate

And I believe in the blade

This bond between us will never abate

I'll keep you safe Till the end of days

And I believe in the blade

This bond between us will never abate

For I believe in the blade

I trust no man or beast or god

Just the light of silver sword

Through portals torn And kingdoms felled

My hunt with only shadows to bind

No crown or coin can trust survive

The only truth is forged in fire