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Move! No, stay back!

Move to the hall!

Hey, you! Stop!

Move!

Ciri!

Who are you?

I'm Cirilla of Cintra.

You are not my daughter!

Where is she?

Where is she?

You won't find what you're looking for here.

You'll only get us both killed.

You came from Vilgefortz.

You're one of the novices from Aretuza.

- Come with me. You'll be safe. - Nowhere is safe!

You'll be with mages. Your sisters.

Vilgefortz... tortured my body.

My mind!

Where were my sisters then?

I'm not an experiment here.

I'm a princess.

I will not leave.

Intruders in the royal chambers!

Sound the alarm!

When Emhyr finds Cirilla, he'll kill you.

Please, help us find her first.

What do we do here?

Intruders! Move!

We knew Ciri was in danger, but now we know just how much.

We won't let it happen.

You've crossed these lands. How do we reach Emhyr's castle?

This is all swamp land to the east.

The Aldiss Pass takes us through forest.

It could provide cover.

Those forests are being cleared for war timber.

They'll be heavily guarded by northern soldiers.

Aye. I'm not fightin' anyone again

till the Wolf here ditches that toothpick on his back

and gets himself a real weapon.

Hah! At least the Nilfgaardian's sword is made of the right stuff.

To Mahakam's finest.

For the last time, I'm not Nilfgaardian.

Take it from me, protesting will only make it worse.

If we've exhausted our tolerance for fighting, there's only one option.

We'll cross the swamp lands.

Everyone agreed?

Aye.

So be it.

- Milva? - I have something to say.

I never dreamed of sharing this with anyone,

let alone the wretched lot of you.

I thought it would take care of itself. It hasn't.

It's all right. You can tell us.

- You're among friends. - Aye.

I told you of my time with the Scoia'tael.

The night I joined their... celebration.

The story goes on 'cause I'm carrying one of theirs.

No?

I've been waiting for you to tell it in your own time.

- I'm so glad you did. - You knew?

The second heartbeat, of course.

Also, I would have smelled your blood had your monthly bill come due.

I won't ride with you much longer. And I don't do goodbyes.

- Gah! - Bloody hell!

I've tended to many a woman in her condition.

For some, riding a horse is out of the question.

She'll need rest and nutrition at regular intervals.

Of course. All of which is in ample supply on our journey.

Maybe there's a village where she'll be safe.

Ya mean one that isn't burnin'?

The warrior Queen Garla was said to have suckled a grub

while wielding a warhammer against the demon riders of Caerbannog.

Aye!

What we need to consider is what this means...

Stop it!

I did not ask for opinions.

This was information. Nothing more.

Hmm.

So, what was the other way you said would take us to Nilfgaard?

Can't be that bad, can it?

The Ysgith Swamp.

- It's not gonna be easy. - We don't know what's out there.

Ah, all kinds of slithery slickerits.

Snakes. Eels.

Leeches. I hate bloodsuckers.

- Aye. - Mmm.

Sorry.

Oh, I hate water.

I'm fine.

Here we go.

This journey seems endless, but I'm glad our purpose is united now.

The dreams of Ciri, what else have you seen?

The images are vague. Terrifying.

I've seen her kill.

Smiling with blood on her lips. Darkness in her eyes.

Do you worry, Geralt,

that she's no longer the child that you swore to protect?

I worry that she's in a place of such darkness.

The flora here are exquisite.

Truly rare. I could prepare all sorts of medicaments with these.

- Yes, it's very pretty. Let's not linger. - No longer than necessary.

Milva, can I ask you a question?

Yes, it takes nine months, and no, it isn't contagious.

- Does that about cover it? - No, I...

I... I just wondered if I can... I can help.

Oh.

No.

Thanks.

Ugh.

- Don't linger too far behind. - Ugh.

Geralt.

Listen.

What is that?

What's what?

Geralt.

- Voices. - You came for me?

I don't hear anything.

Geralt.

But if we're not alone,

that does not offer me comfort whatsoever.

Stay close. Something's not right.

"Well, here you go, Jaskier. Yes, a pair of brand-new boots."

"Let's go walk in a swamp in them."

Hah!

Everyone across?

We don't have all day.

Hang on to your stones, lads!

You don't wanna fall in this...

- Zoltan! - Shite.

- Zoltan? - Zoltan!

What's going on?

- Do you see him? - I don't know. I can't bloody see!

- Zoltan! - Zoltan!

Where are they?

- Zoltan! - Yarpen?

- What's happened, Geralt? - Yarpen! Zoltan!

Zoltan! Percival?

Fuck!

- Zoltan! Percival! - They're not here.

- They have to be! - Not if something took them.

What do you mean, "something"?

Ah, curious, these disappearances.

Curious? This is fucking terrifying! Yarpen?

I can hear them.

- I don't. - Yeah, me neither.

What the...

Uh... is everyone seeing this?

You listen.

This swamp is alive.

You will... Geralt... find me.

- It's a girl's voice. Can't you hear it? - No.

- Is he all right? - It speaks only to him.

- "It" is what, exactly? - Help!

- I don't know. - No!

Help!

But it's taken them, and we need to follow it.

Ah, ain't nothin' like a day off.

No risk, all reward.

Can't relax. I always feel something bad's about to happen.

That's the past talkin'. Tell it to take a day off too.

Look at that horse. It shouldn't be tethered to a cart like that.

It has the grace of a kelpie.

He's here, finally.

You're late.

Those carrying news are never late.

It's those who depend on them that are merely early.

- You better have coin. - The man from the fair?

Let's start with the news.

The Baron of Casadei has vowed to see you all hang

from the corbels of his castle.

Except for Miss Falka, I presume.

And who are you?

I'm Hotspurn.

And you're the one he wants to flay alive.

Let him try.

Don't be too brave.

If the rumors are true, then Leo Bonhart himself is after the bounty.

It is said that graveyards could be filled with the bodies of those he's slain.

We know Bonhart. We've dealt with him before.

Maybe we hunt him instead.

An alternative suggestion that may spare your lives.

The emperor is in a... celebratory mood

since announcing his engagement to the Lion Cub of Cintra.

What?

Your loyal service has done him much good.

If I were to... walk you in, as they say,

we could get those wolves off your tails by royal decree.

He... he can't be marrying the Lion Cub of Cintra. That's not possible.

Hmm. We have ourselves an expert in international diplomacy.

Yeah, sure. Turn ourselves in

to be fitted with armor and plugged into his war machine.

I've already given that army my pound of flesh. No way.

- Mm-mm. - Not us.

Well, in that case... the White Flame wishes to thank you for your service.

And I'm sure he wishes for you to share your libations.

Long live the Rats.

- Long live the Rats. - Hell yeah.

- Long live the Rats. - To that end, my humble advice.

Bonhart is in Jealousy. At an inn called the Chimera's Head.

Don't do anything stupid.

What the fuck was that?

Hand me some of that coin 'cause I got this on credit.

When I saw him at the fair, you said you didn't know him.

We... we took that boy from his home for...

- We work for Emhyr? - Oh, you're on a first-name basis?

- Shit no, we work for ourselves. - We take jobs from a lot of people.

We name our price, take our share. Doesn't matter who from.

He killed my people.

We are your people now.

All of you are liars.

Pathetic, shitty little liars.

Quick!

Falka, stop. Falka, where are you going?

- You lied to me. - I didn't...

While you continue to nag me for the truth.

I didn't think it mattered. Wh...

He killed your people, your family.

- I know. I'm sorry... - You said we answer to no one.

I've bled for this. Killed for it.

- All we're doing is surviving. - No one survives the White Flame.

His armies rape and raze and murder.

My grandmother, my home, my entire life.

- Everything he touches burns. - Falka, I know.

He did the same to me.

- Then why are you all right with this? - I told you.

I said goodbye to the girl I used to be.

To that pain.

This is me.

Whereas you...

The Nilfgaardian bounty Kayleigh kept going on about.

The men who came after us at the fair, who came after you.

The marriage announcement.

It spun you.

Because you know it can't be true.

You are the Lion Cub of Cintra.

Or you were.

Where we come from is not who we are anymore.

With us, you're free.

With us, you're Falka.

You're right.

I'm not Cirilla anymore.

Well, I'm not your Falka either.

I have to fix this.

Be on the lookout. We need to keep moving.

Ah, there you are.

Silphium.

It's a medicinal herb. It's very powerful. It could help with your condition.

It could alleviate the problem.

However you choose.

Regis, Milva. Let's stay together.

We can't lose anyone else.

Not when we still have others to find.

I'll scout ahead. Hold here.

But... What did we just say?

Cahir!

Where is he? Cahir!

- Got him. Got him! Come and play! - There it is!

- Did you hear it again? - Hee-hee!

Why are you following it? Isn't that what it wants?

- Cahir! - I'm here!

Geralt. Geralt, wait.

I think...

Jask!

Help me, please!

Give them back!

It doesn't seem interested in our consent.

Why are you playing with us?

We mean you no harm.

But I will fight for them.

Geralt...

What do you want?

You!

I see you

hiding.

Try and find me!

Who did this?

Where are they?

I came as quickly as I could, Your Grace.

Show me their bodies.

I want to see their bodies!

Uh... there is but one who wielded great power.

But she escaped.

Well, tell me.

Tell me!

She was a mage from Aretuza.

With terrifying violet eyes.

She was looking for her daughter.

Their daughter.

The mage and her witcher.

Have her tracked. The truth cannot be exposed.

She portalled, this mage?

Yes, My Lord.

And did she offer to take you with her?

She did, My Lord.

So your freedom offered.

Your survival

guaranteed.

So tell me.

Why?

Why would you stay imprisoned to your fate with me?

Are... you... a spy?

My Lord, you spared my life

when Vilgefortz used me to deceive you.

You have given me a home.

You have given me purpose.

I shall not take that for granted.

I serve

the White Flame.

Good girl.

It all feels like a game, but how can we play if we don't know the rules?

Perhaps Geralt can reason with it. Find out why it took our friends.

- Geralt! Geralt! - What is it? What do you hear?

- Come and play! - Stay here.

- Here. - It wants me.

Like we're just gonna let it take you? What makes you so special?

It only speaks to Geralt because he is the object of the game.

It's all right. Trust me.

It's not about trust.

You're being stupid. Right?

Trust between us is... implicit.

You're free to make your own choice, Geralt.

Looking for me?

For me?

I'm tired. I can't go any further.

Ciri.

Come on, Ciri. Come on, I've got you.

Yen?

- Yennefer, I'm afraid. - I won't leave you.

- Ciri! - Am I going to die?

Someday.

Not today.

We'll find a way out. We're going to find Geralt again.

I'm so tired.

- Ciri! - I know. I know.

- Yen! - Can I sleep now?

- Yes. - No!

Yes, my sweet girl.

- Ciri! - Geralt will be waiting for us.

I'm right here!

He'll be so sad if we don't make it home.

He knows we love him.

No!

Ciri! No!

My sweet, sweet girl.

- Geralt... - No!

- Geralt. Geralt! - No!

Geralt.

- Where are they? - Who?

- Yen and Ciri. They were here. - It wasn't real.

It was, I... I saw it. I felt it.

Emotions have great power.

Give yourself a moment to adjust.

Or I can slap you for walking alone into a trap.

To rephrase, but with similar intent,

we are stronger together.

You said it was my choice.

To go, yes, as was ours to follow.

One's choice should not prohibit another's.

- Geralt! Help! - Fucking help!

Please don't leave me!

- What do you hear? - Don't let them...

- Geralt! Quickly! - Help me, please!

Our friends. They're close.

I know you're here.

Geralt! Try to find me!

Show yourself!

- Geralt! - Geralt!

- No! - Enough playing!

You have me! What do you want?

Show yourself!

Geralt...

Closer.

Closer.

Finally!

What have you done to them?

Mama! He's home!

What an exciting day.

So many lost souls

wandering into our home.

Don't leave me! Geralt!

Festering in their worst fears.

It's not them you want.

Release them, or die.

Dead, dead. We're already dead.

Spirits can be ended too.

- Give me the riddle. - No, no, no, no!

I know what you are.

You let prisoners go free if they solve a riddle.

And none have.

What I love, I do not carry.

What I nurture, I do not feed.

What I live and die for

is not mine alone.

What am I?

Stay. Linger.

As my sweet butterfly enjoys her playmates.

No!

Get off! Get off!

And I...

You want me.

I've missed you so much.

Stay with me.

Lie with me.

You are so warm.

And I am so cold.

I am cold.

I am cold.

I am alone.

I offer you my warmth.

Aah!

Release my hands

so that I may wrap them around you.

Hmm.

You're back at last.

All of your warmth.

I will take it.

Mama!

No!

- My sweet butterfly. - Mama.

Mama's here.

Mama, I'm afraid.

I won't leave you.

Am I going to die?

Someday.

Not today.

We're going to find our way. We're going to see your father again.

I am so tired.

I know. I know.

Can I sleep now?

Yes, if that's what you need, sweet girl...

sleep.

Father is waiting for us.

No.

He'll be so sad we didn't make it back.

He knows we love him.

No.

No.

- No! - Geralt!

No!

No!

What I love, I do not carry.

- No! - What I nurture, I do not feed.

What you live and die for is not yours alone.

I am a father.

Hah! Hah!

- You fucker! - Holy hell!

- Is everyone all right? - Where... where are they?

There.

You saved us, Witcher.

I hate fuckin' water.

It was their story I saw, not mine.

What kind of evil were they?

Rusalka. Spirits who haunt the waterways where they died.

They were like us.

Fighting to find their family.

A tragedy to have failed in that quest.

Are we gonna end up like them if we don't make it out of here?

Hmm.

What the...

Oh!

What was that?

Regis. He's transformed.

Follow that bat.

It was a right pain in the arse, but Percy here managed to engrave your Sihil.

Read for yourself.

"This sword belongs to Geralt of Rivia, defender of dwarves."

"May it whistle for a just cause."

You're part of its history.

I want you to have it now. And forever.

It would be my honor.

You better do it justice.

I won't be around to babysit you any longer.

What? Why not?

I'm headin' back to Mahakam.

If anyone cares to join me.

What? Fuck, no.

What in Mahakam is more important than this?

I don't know what visions you saw under that water.

But mine...

mine was the end.

My flame went out.

And I ain't done living yet.

Ahem.

I've got a beautiful woman back home, eager to marry me.

I wish you well, my friend.

We all do. And as an old friend once said,

"Do what pleases you while you can."

That's a bunch of shite.

You've inspired me, Geralt.

I never intended to settle down, but...

I've seen the meaning in it for you.

With Yennefer and Ciri.

Seems somethin' worth fightin' for.

It's been a pleasure and a privilege to walk with you, Yarpen.

- I knew I liked you. - What's going on?

Yarpen is heading back to Mahakam.

Returning to marry your betrothed.

What? You knew?

Well, others are comfortable confiding in me.

Discretion is a value I cherish.

And I'll be leaving with him.

What just fell out of your yap? Is there water still in my ears?

I wouldn't trade our travels for anything.

But I've seen enough death to last a lifetime.

I want something beautiful too. Brilliance that shines.

Hmm.

You will find your daughter, Geralt. I believe it.

Fine. If you're goin'... Ahem.

You're not goin' empty-handed.

There's half the purse we collected together.

Better be all of it, you thief.

- Farewell, young Percival. - It was a pleasure.

I'm going to remember you.

Thank you.

I guess you're all stuck with me.

And by now, you know

you ride with a good-for-nothin'.

The refugees you protected would say otherwise.

They were lost. We took 'em in.

Anyway,

it just seemed to happen.

When I was little, my father showed me a caterpillar.

A black wasp laid eggs inside of it.

They hatched

and ate the caterpillar from the inside out.

I feel like that's happening to me.

- Milva... - My name's not Milva.

From before. It's Maria.

Milva's tough.

She makes corpses of people.

She leads them to battle. To death.

One of theirs is alive inside me now,

eating Milva from the inside out.

Maybe what will be left is Maria.

Maybe she could be a mother.

When I was... given

to Kaer Morhen,

no one asked me if I wanted it.

And once I was made a witcher, that's what I was.

Ciri and Yen

changed me.

A Child of Surprise and a woman I am bound to by a djinn.

It could be argued that those choices were still not yours.

Yes.

But what they give me,

my love for them, is real.

The only choice people like you and I will ever have

is how we handle what we're dealt.

Fucking destiny.

I don't know where I'd be if we had not crossed paths.

Dead by now.

Mmm.

Maria would have liked you, Geralt.

Milva will be missed.

The stars sparkle brightly.

Hah! They're the same stars,

no matter where you are or where you come from.

Yen?

Please tell me I'm not dreaming.

I hope I look better than this in your dreams.

What's happened?

There was a battle with Vilgefortz.

And we defeated his mages, but not him.

He... he's still out there.

And Ciri?

I still don't know where she is. She's not with Emhyr.

Uh... what about the wedding?

A sham. To an imposter.

But he is surely looking for Ciri as much as we are.

- What if we never find her? - I've been having dreams of Ciri.

We will find her, I believe it.

Then I believe it.

Word of my friend

Took to the wind

As pillars of light

Through shadows of night

Shadows of night...

A slaughter of mages.

Novices.

Istredd.

He's gone.

Vesemir fought with us.

He did what you would have done.

I'm sorry.

Through shadows of night

Shadows of night

Reborn, oh

Oh

And rising up

Dance in the night

Bathed in the light

Grows in the distance

Between the light

As pillars of light

Through shadows of night

Shadows of night

Sweet dreams?

Hmm.

A few weeks ago, I drank mandrake juice.

Some say it reveals your deepest wishes.

I dreamt of us.

Of Ciri.

We were happy. She grew up. We grew old together.

And I died of old age.

When I dream of a life... well lived,

it's about us.

Our family. To the end.

Do you think Ciri feels that way?

Do you think we had enough time together?

I worry. She doesn't know that we'll never stop looking for her.

She knows.

Vilgefortz will never stop.

- That's for sure. - Then I will find her first.

And I will find him.

I don't want to return to Montecalvo.

I know.

I have to tell them that I'm no closer than when we began.

Your strength will encourage them to fight on, as it has for me.

You're certainly changed.

By the course of things.

By you.

By the ones I... travel with.

I still want to know how you became enmeshed

in this odd little group.

It just seemed to happen.

More importantly, how do they put up with you?

Took me years.

- You'll have to ask them. - I will.

Not yet.

What's this?

My Lord!

- You made a fool of me, Skellen. - What?

- Confess to me before you die. - Uh...

- Was that your aim? - No.

No, My Lord.

The truth is out, and now the knowledge

that the White Flame is marrying a fake Cirilla of Cintra

will spread across the Continent like a plague.

Kneel.

Get on your knees.

This engagement plan of yours

is the dagger with which you have fucked me.

- Uh... - Hmm.

So tell me.

Where shall I stab you?

And how many times?

I will accept any death

you offer

for having... disappointed you.

And I will die

my emperor's most loyal servant.

Aah!

There is a significant detail we have all overlooked,

and it has been in front of us since the very beginning.

The prophecy of the child you will bear

with Cirilla.

What of the prophecy?

There is a reason

that the most powerful men on the Continent

are unable to find your daughter

and I... I have failed alongside them.

The Witcher.

She is his destiny.

And if she is his,

she cannot be yours.

Aah...

The point indeed enlightens.

With two parallel destinies,

only one can bear fruit.

Geralt of Rivia intervened to save your life when you were Duny.

He stole the child of your prophecy given to him in surprise.

Skellen accurately identifies the obstacle.

The path is clear.

I need to kill Geralt of Rivia.

I'm grateful to all of you for what you've done for us, for Ciri.

It's a quest we all believe in.

If only we had a direction to believe in.

I mean, if she's not with Emhyr, then how do we find her?

- I have an idea. - Anything.

- Druids. - Except that.

Let him speak.

I know a circle practiced in the art of location and triangulation.

In Caed Dhu, right across the river.

The most powerful people on the Continent have tried and failed to find Ciri.

Vilgefortz, Emhyr, Yennefer of Vengerberg.

It's unlikely that the druids will be able to either.

But the equinox draws near.

If an attempt is made that coincides with that event,

their power can be multiplied.

I have seen the harnessing of such power.

It is beyond our world.

So we have to reach these trollhuggers in time for this major celestial event

if we're to have any chance to find Ciri?

Will you come with us?

I need to return to the surviving mages of Montecalvo.

When do you have to leave?

Now, I'm afraid.

Another morning of us saying goodbye.

I found you in Brokilon.

I found you here.

This isn't the end of our story.

Bring our daughter back.

Where's your bravado now, Hotspurn?

- Stop screaming. - Please, we can make this right.

Are you all right?

I'm sorry for all of it.

Now run. Run.

Is that what you came for?

Good. Now, please...

Please, I've broken my leg and it hurts. It really hurts. I... I feel faint.

I have money.

You have nothing I want.

That's not true. I have contacts in high places, Emhyr's amnesty...

I don't care about Emhyr and his stupid amnesty.

You should. You really should. You... you're gonna want to hear this!

The Rats.

They're in danger.

It's all in motion.

What do you mean?

Help me.

You talk.

I told your friends about Bonhart,

about Jealousy.

It wasn't a warning.

It was a trap.

What are you saying?

He's waiting to kill them.

And he will make them suffer,

just to get his hands on you.

Now help me.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Go! Go! Come on!

Go, Kelpie, go!