04x07 - What I Love I Do Not Carry

[bunniefuu]

-[shouting, swords clashing]
-[man] Move! No, stay back!

Move to the hall!

[man 2] Hey, you! Stop!

-[men screaming]
-[power zapping]

[man 1] Move!

Ciri!

[dramatic music playing]

Who are you?

I'm Cirilla of Cintra.

[Yennefer screams]

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 k*lled.

[Yennefer sighs]

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.

-[banging outside]
-[man 3] Intruders in the royal chambers!

Sound the alarm!

When Emhyr finds Cirilla, he'll k*ll you.

-Please, help us find her first.
-[men shouting]

[man 3] What do we do here?

[man 4] Intruders! Move!

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

We won't let it happen.

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

[Cahir] 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 w*r 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.

-[Percival] To Mahakam's finest.
-[both laugh]

[Cahir] 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.

[sighs]

-Milva?
-I have something to say.

[sighs] 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.

[poignant music playing]

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.

[laughs heartily]

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.

-[Zoltan] Gah!
-[Yarpen] 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.

-[Zoltan] Aye!
-[laughter]

What we need to consider is
what this means--

[Milva] Stop it!

I did not ask for opinions.

This was information. Nothing more.

[Geralt] Hmm.

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

Can't be that bad, can it?

[ominous music playing]

The Ysgith Swamp.

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

Ah, all kinds of slithery slickerits.

Snakes. Eels.

Leeches. I hate bloodsuckers.

-[Zoltan] Aye.
-Mmm.

Sorry.

Oh, I hate water.

[sighs] I'm fine.

Here we go.

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

[Geralt] The dreams of Ciri,
what else have you seen?

[Cahir] The images are vague. Terrifying.

I've seen her k*ll.

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.

[Zoltan] Ugh.

-[Cahir] Don't linger too far behind.
-Ugh.

[female voice whispers] Geralt.

Listen.

[soft cooing sounds]

What is that?

What's what?

[female voice] Geralt.

-Voices.
-[female voice] You came for me?

I don't hear anything.

[female voice] Geralt.

But if we're not alone,

that does not offer me comfort whatsoever.

[echoing calls]

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."

[Zoltan] Hah!

[Milva] Everyone across?

[Cahir] We don't have all day.

Hang on to your stones, lads!

-You don't wanna fall in this--
-[screeching]

-Zoltan!
-Shite.

-Zoltan?
-[Milva] Zoltan!

[Cahir] What's going on?

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

-Zoltan!
-Zoltan!

[snarling and shrieking]

[Yarpen and Percival screaming]

[Jaskier] Where are they?

-[Geralt] Zoltan!
-[Jaskier] Yarpen?

-[Milva] What's happened, Geralt?
-[Jaskier] Yarpen! Zoltan!

Zoltan! Percival?

[Cahir] f*ck!

-[Jaskier] Zoltan! Percival!
-They're not here.

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

[Jaskier] What do you mean, "something"?

Ah, curious, these disappearances.

Curious? This is f*cking terrifying!
Yarpen?

-[Zoltan and Percival shouting]
-I can hear them.

-I don't.
-[Jaskier] Yeah, me neither.

[cracking and rustling]

[Jaskier] What the…

Uh… is everyone seeing this?

[female voice] You listen.

This swamp is alive.

[female voice] You will… Geralt… find me.

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

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

-[Jaskier] "It" is what, exactly?
-[Zoltan] Help!

-I don't know.
-[Percival] No!

[Yarpen] 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.

[horse whickers]

[Ciri] 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.

[Giselher] You're late.

Those carrying news are never late.

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

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

[Hotspurn] Let's start with the news.

The Baron of Casadei has vowed
to see you all hang

from the corbels of his castle.

[both chuckle]

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.

[Hotspurn] 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.
-[Reef chuckles]

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.

[Kayleigh] Yeah, sure. Turn ourselves in

to be fitted with armor
and plugged into his w*r machine. [laughs]

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.

[coins jingle]

[whistles]

Long live the Rats.

-[Giselher] Long live the Rats.
-[Reef] Hell yeah.

-[Iskra] Long live the Rats.
-[Hotspurn] To that end, my humble advice.

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

Don't do anything stupid.

[poignant music playing]

[horse neighs]

What the f*ck 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?

-sh*t 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 k*lled my people.

We are your people now.

[Ciri] All of you are liars.

-Pathetic, shitty little liars.
-[Kayleigh and Reef chuckle]

[suspenseful music playing]

-[child 1 laughs]
-[child 2] 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 k*lled your people, your family.

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

I've bled for this. k*lled for it.

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

His armies r*pe and raze and m*rder.

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.

[echoing calls]

[Geralt] 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.

[Cahir] Not when
we still have others to find.

I'll scout ahead. Hold here.

[Jaskier] But… What did we just say?

[flies buzzing]

-[rustling]
-[croaking]

[gentle scratching]

[soft chittering]

[scratching]

[chittering]

-[rustling]
-[snapping]

[yelps]

Cahir!

[soft rustling]

Where is he? Cahir!

-[voice] Got him. Got him! Come and play!
-[Geralt] There it is!

-[Milva] Did you hear it again?
-Hee-hee!

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

-[Milva] Cahir!
-[voice] I'm here!

[rustling]

[soft snarling]

Geralt. Geralt, wait.

I think…

-[voice giggling]
-[screams]

Jask!

[Jaskier, echoing] Help me, please!

-[voice giggling]
-[chittering]

Give them back!

It doesn't seem interested in our consent.

[Geralt] Why are you playing with us?

-[voice giggling]
-We mean you no harm.

But I will fight for them.

[voice whispers] Geralt….

What do you want?

-[voice] You! [giggles]
-[rustling]

[voice] I see you

hiding.

Try and find me!

[giggling]

[dramatic music playing]

[Emhyr] Who did this?

Where are they?

[Skellen] I came as quickly
as I could, Your Grace.

[Emhyr] 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.

[echoing] 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.

[Emhyr] 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.

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

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

-[voice sings] Geralt! Geralt!
-[Regis] What is it? What do you hear?

-Come and play!
-Stay here.

-Here. [laughs]
-[Geralt] 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.

[bird calling]

[insects chirping]

-[splashing]
-[voice] Looking for me?

-[echoing] …for me?
-[rustling]

[creaking and crunching]

[voice giggling]

[Ciri] I'm tired. I can't go any further.

[wistful music playing]

[Ciri whimpers]

-Ciri.
-[Ciri sobs]

[Yennefer] Come on, Ciri.
Come on, I've got you.

Yen?

[Ciri gasping]

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

-[Geralt] Ciri!
-Am I going to die?

Someday.

Not today.

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

[breathing shakily] I'm so tired.

-[Geralt, muffled] Ciri!
-[Yennefer] I know. I know.

-Yen!
-[Ciri] Can I sleep now?

-[Yennefer] Yes.
-No!

Yes, my sweet girl.

-Ciri!
-Geralt will be waiting for us.

I'm right here!

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

He knows we love him.

[Geralt, muffled] No!

Ciri! No!

[Yennefer] My sweet, sweet girl.

[sobs]

-[Milva] Geralt…
-[Geralt] No!

-Geralt. Geralt!
-[Geralt] No!

Geralt.

-Where are they?
-[Regis] Who?

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

It was, I… I saw it. I felt it.

[Regis] 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.

-[Jaskier] Geralt! Help!
-[Percival] f*cking help!

[Jaskier] Please don't leave me!

-What do you hear?
-[Cahir] Don't let them--

-Geralt! Quickly!
-[Jaskier] Help me, please!

-Our friends. They're close.
-[shouting continues]

[eerie music playing]

[echoing shouts]

I know you're here.

[voice] Geralt! Try to find me!

-[Geralt] Show yourself!
-[voice giggling]

-[Milva] Geralt!
-[Regis] Geralt!

-[Milva] No!
-[Geralt] Enough playing!

You have me! What do you want?

[voice] Show yourself!

[softly] Geralt…

[creaking]

[voice] Closer.

-[rustling]
-[voice] Closer.

[giggling]

[giggling]

Finally!

[Geralt] What have you done to them?

Mama! He's home!

[bubbling]

What an exciting day.

So many lost souls

wandering into our home.

[Jaskier] Don't leave me! Geralt!

[mother] Festering in their worst fears.

[Geralt] It's not them you want.

-Release them, or die.
-[child giggles]

Dead, dead. We're already dead.

Spirits can be ended too.

[child giggles]

[giggles]

[Geralt grunts]

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

[Geralt] 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?

[sighs]

[giggles]

Stay. Linger.

As my sweet butterfly
enjoys her playmates.

[Jaskier] No!

-Get off! Get off!
-[Milva shouts]

[grunts]

[mother] And I…

[Geralt] You want me.

[emotional music playing]

I've missed you so much.

Stay with me.

Lie with me.

You are so warm.

And I am so cold.

[gasps]

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.

[emotional music swells]

[squeals and giggles]

[mother sighs] You're back at last.

[sighs]

All of your warmth.

I will take it.

-[yelps]
-Mama!

[screeches]

[screams] No!

[screaming]

[yelps]

[screams]

[squelching]

-My sweet butterfly.
-Mama.

[mother sobs] Mama's here.

[child] Mama, I'm afraid.

[mother] 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.

[Yennefer] 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!
-[Jaskier] Geralt!

[Geralt grunts]

[mother wails] No!

[screams] No!

[screeching]

[mother] What I love, I do not carry.

-[human mother] No!
-What I nurture, I do not feed.

[Yennefer] What you live and die for
is not yours alone.

-I am a father.
-[gasps]

[snarls]

[yells]

[gasps]

[all gasping]

[yelling] Hah! Hah!

-You f*ck!
-Holy hell!

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

[Geralt] There.

[poignant music playing]

You saved us, Witcher.

I hate f*ck' water.

[cracking]

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?

[Geralt] Hmm.

[thump]

[squeaking]

[Jaskier] What the…

[yelps] Oh!

[Percival] What was that?

Regis. He's transformed.

Follow that bat.

[birdsong]

[poignant music continues]

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."

[Zoltan] You're part of its history.

I want you to have it now. And forever.

It would be my honor.

[Yarpen] 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? f*ck, 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."

[laughs]

That's a bunch of shite.

[laughs]

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.

[Yarpen laughs]

-I knew I liked you.
-[Milva] 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.

[Milva sighs]

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.

-[coins jingle]
-You're not goin' empty-handed.

There's half the purse
we collected together.

Better be all of it, you thief.

[Zoltan chuckles]

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

-I'm going to remember you.
-[chuckles]

[Geralt] Thank you.

Thank you.

[Zoltan] 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.

[sighs] They were lost. We took 'em in.

Anyway,

it just seemed to happen.

[Milva] 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--
-[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.

[sighs] f*cking destiny.

[Geralt chuckles] f*cking destiny.

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

-Dead by now.
-[laughs]

[Milva chuckles]

-[Geralt] Mmm.
-[Milva sighs]

Maria would have liked you, Geralt.

Milva will be missed.

[Jaskier] The stars sparkle brightly.

[Zoltan] Hah! They're the same stars,

no matter where you are
or where you come from.

[soft hissing]

[portal swishes closed]

Yen?

Please tell me I'm not dreaming.

[Yennefer] 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.

[sighs] 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.

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

We will find her, I believe it.

[gentle music playing]

Then I believe it.

♪ Word of my friend ♪

♪ Took to the wind ♪

♪ As pillars of light ♪

♪ Through shadows of night ♪

♪ Shadows of night… ♪

[Yennefer] A slaughter of mages.

Novices.

Istredd.

He's gone.

Vesemir fought with us.

He did what you would have done.

[both sigh]

[Yennefer] 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 ♪

[echoing sigh]

[Yennefer] Sweet dreams?

[Geralt] Hmm.

A few weeks ago, I drank mandrake juice.

[Yennefer sighs] 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.

[Yennefer] 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.

[laughs]

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.
-[Yennefer laughs]

[heavy bell tolling]

[Skellen] What's this?

-[blade rings]
-[Skellen gasps]

My Lord! [gasps]

-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 f*cked me.

-Uh…
-[Emhyr] Hmm.

-So tell me.
-[yelps]

Where shall I stab you?

And how many times?

I will accept any death

you offer

for having… disappointed you.

[groans]

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.

[Emhyr] What of the prophecy?

[Skellen] 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.

[grunts]

The Witcher.

-She is his destiny.
-[growls]

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 k*ll 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.

[Regis] 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.

[poignant music playing]

Another morning of us saying goodbye.

[Yennefer] I found you in Brokilon.

I found you here.

This isn't the end of our story.

Bring our daughter back.

[wheezing]

[Ciri] Where's your bravado now, Hotspurn?

[screaming]

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

[groans]

[gasping]

-[Ciri] Are you all right?
-[boy whimpers]

-[Hotspurn groans]
-[Ciri] 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. [groans]

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.

[whimpering]

[Ciri] What do you mean?

[gasps] 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 k*ll them.

And he will make them suffer,

just to get his hands on you.

Now help me.

[sobbing]

No.

[Hotspurn] No, no, no, no, no, no!

-[screams]
-[neighing]

[dramatic music playing]

Go! Go! Come on!

Go, Kelpie, go!

[dramatic music continues]