[stirring music playing]
[birdsong]
[faint, whispering voices echoing]
[wind chimes ringing]
[whispering intensifies]
Youse go first.
Better chance of unicorns flyin' out my arse.
Think of the bounty.
- Might make a pointy-horn worth it, eh? - [horse neighs]
- Mmm. - Ooh.
- [horse snorts] - [cartwheels rumbling]
Oh!
Look at what's comin'.
[horse neighs]
Unusual mare. Cozy coach.
- You, girly, come on, hand it over. - [Jaskier] 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. - [both men laugh]
[Jaskier] Oi, watch it.
- [grunts] - Oof.
[shrieks] Oh no, you killed him!
- You killed him! To steal our bounty! - [groaning]
- He's fine. Probably. - [retches]
- [vomits] - Hey, you all right, Squirrel?
- Cloggy, are you all right, mate? - She broke my nose! [whimpers]
We do meet an awful lot of odd characters on our paths, don't we?
[Zoltan] Ah, the dead are quieter.
- [Jaskier] Yeah, we hope. - [spits]
Well, good luck and good riddance gettin' through Fen Carn, then!
[Jaskier] We'll take your luck, but you can keep your riddance, you cretin.
[Field Marshal Windbag] Arseholes!
Keep an eye out, Percy. We'll scout ahead and make sure it's safe.
Let's go.
[Jaskier sighs]
Oh, here we go.
Anything to get Ciri back, right?
[Geralt] Hmm.
Oh, I do not like that look.
- [wind chimes tinkling] - [Jaskier] Uh...
Is it me,
or has it gotten dark?
And cold?
And somewhat scarier in here?
[wind gusting]
[wings flapping]
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!"
[Jaskier] Yeah, pithy. Any twitches in the old medallion there, Geralt?
[Geralt] No.
[Jaskier] 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!
- [whooshing] - [screams]
- [Geralt] No. - [Milva] 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!
[whooshing]
- What are you up to, Witcher? - [Geralt] Baiting it.
[voice hissing]
[screeching]
- [Jaskier] Help! - Help Jaskier. Go!
[wraith roars]
[groans]
[dramatic music playing]
[snarling]
- [wraith screeches] - [Geralt grunts]
[hisses]
No!
- Help! - Jaskier!
It's dragging me to hell!
[screams]
Fuck!
- [Zoltan] Come on! - [yelps]
- [Milva grunts] - [Zoltan] Come on!
[yelps]
[shrieks]
[yelling]
- [Zoltan] We got you! We got you. - [moans]
- [Milva] Hold on. - [Zoltan] Come on!
[all yelling]
[growling]
[Geralt yells]
- [Geralt groans] - [wraith shrieks]
[triumphant music playing]
[hisses]
[gasps]
[wheezes]
[moans]
[screeches]
[gasping]
[gasping fades]
[Jaskier groaning]
Oh...
[shudders]
[Milva] There...
[sighs] Will I ever see you kill a beast, Witcher?
[Geralt] She wasn't a beast.
That was her heart, consumed by a lifetime of sorrow.
Her suffering is over.
[Jaskier, trembling] Uh, yeah.
- You all right? - [Jaskier] Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, of course.
[shudders]
Though perhaps you'll, uh... let me choose our direction next time, yeah?
[chuckles]
[bell ringing]
[gentle music playing]
[Asse] If you wanna become a Rat, Falka,
watch and learn.
It all starts with a distraction.
[chickens clucking]
[rooster crowing]
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.
[Iskra] No, look at our vegetables. It's...
- [Ciri] Quite the actors, aren't they? - [both yelling]
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.
- [guard 1] Move your stuff, move! - [Iskra] Fix it, then!
- Will you give it a rest? - Fix the damn thing, huh?
- I'm trying, but it's not helping... - [Iskra] Pick it up!
Next, the infiltration. Our mark is the richest man in town.
[Ciri] So, the tax collector?
[Asse] Oh, fast learner.
- [Iskra] You never do! - [Giselher] What are we doing?
- You broke the fucking thing. - What?
[guard 1] Pick up your rubbish!
[Reef] 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. - [guard 1] Pick your stuff up.
Why don't you help us?
- Do it, then! - What do you think we're trying to do?
[Iskra] Yeah. Don't just stand there.
- Get over here. - Fine.
[tense music playing]
[Iskra] Needs a whole push!
[horse neighs]
[Kayleigh] Clear.
- [chicken clucking] - 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?
[chuckles]
Spare my life.
Uh... we... we could have some fun.
Best fisstech you'll ever try.
[chuckles]
Eh?
[clank]
Ah, yes.
Like that. No, lower. Lower.
- [guard 1] Are you serious? - Why is it taking so long?
- [Asse] Don't worry. - Why am I sat here on my hands?
- I could help them. - [sighs]
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.
[Asse] Oh shit.
- [guard 1] Where'd she go? - Always one thing to be ready for.
Oi!
[screams]
- [onlookers gasp] - A complication.
- [tax collector coughing] - [guard 1] What the fuck?
- Are you all right? - Thieves!
- Seize them! - Guards!
[giggles]
[guard 1] Guards, to me!
[tax collector] Inside!
- Inside. - [guard 1] Inside!
- [Reef] We got company! - [guard 1] Round the back!
- Make sure they don't escape! - [banging]
Ladies. May I get the door?
[guard 1] Push the door. Come on! Get it open!
[banging continues]
[Kayleigh] And another one for luck.
[man] Open the door! Push it!
It won't bu--
[yells]
[onlookers gasp]
[Asse] Falka, what are you doing?
[guard 1 groaning]
- [horse neighs] - [Giselher] Come on, let's go!
Let's go, let's go! Come on.
- I've got ya! Come on. - No!
- [guard 2] You're not goin' anywhere. - [Mistle shrieks]
- [Asse] Go, go, go! - [groans]
- Yah! - [Ciri] Hey!
- Why did you do that? - Because I'm with you.
- Follow my lead. - [screaming]
[horses whinnying]
Yah!
- Nice work, Mistle! - [Iskra squeals]
How the fuck did you manage that?
[Giselher] See him go out the fucking window?
- [Reef] I know! - [all laughing]
You did good!
[man] Stop! Over there! Hey!
Guys. Guys!
[neighing]
- [guard 2] Get out the way! - [screaming]
- Fucking go! - [Giselher] Asse, go, go, go, go, go!
Yah!
- Move out the way! - [Iskra] They're gaining on us!
Kayleigh, your stones!
There's none left.
[guard 3] Get back! Get back!
No, I'm too high for this.
[Asse] Go on, boy!
- [guard 4] Get back! - They're almost on us.
[guard 3] Come on, move out the way! Now! Now!
- [Asse] Faster! - [Kayleigh] Hey!
Yah! Yah!
[Giselher] What the fuck are you...
[all clamoring]
[guard 3] Out the way, now!
[neighing]
[music fades]
Is anyone home?
[screeching]
[wings flapping]
- [screeching] - [wings flutter]
[screeching fades]
[Philippa sighs]
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.
[Yennefer] 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.
[suspenseful music playing]
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--
[Yennefer] 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?
[Milva] You're limping again, Witcher.
Let's rest.
[Geralt] We need to get back to the others. We've lost the light.
[Jaskier sniffs] Can you smell that?
[low exhale]
[owl hoots]
[Jaskier sniffs] Aniseed. Or cinnamon, perhaps.
- [twig snaps] - [low hiss]
- What's up, Witcher? - Come out.
[low snort]
[faint, whispering voices]
[eerie music playing]
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?
[chuckles] I assure you,
I am the most frightening thing here.
[sighs]
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. - [Zoltan scoffs]
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.
[sloshing and bubbling]
[soft crackling]
[metal scraping]
[Regis] Come in. Come in, please. Make yourselves at home.
[bubbling and scraping continue]
Is this an athanor coupled to an alembic,
equipped with a rectifying column and a copper condenser?
Did you build this yourself?
- Indeed. - [Percival chuckles]
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?
[laughs]
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. - [Percival] 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!
- [Zoltan] Aah. - Gentlemen.
- [Zoltan laughs] - To your good health.
- Ha-ha! - Ah-ha-ha!
[Jaskier] Mmm, mmm.
- Oh. Oh wow. - Oh!
[Percival] That is the best seventh essence I've ever tried.
[Jaskier] Whoo! Ha-ha!
Clear.
[lively music playing]
What the hell was that?
You just threw away every bit of coin we rightfully stole.
- Thanks to you, we have nothing. - [door closes]
[Reef] So Mistle falls for a stray, and we all get fucked.
We got rules for a reason.
[Kayleigh] Well, don't look at me. This is Giz's call.
[Giselher] 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. - [Kayleigh] Not ever.
Let's just
give her to the guards.
- Ever considered not being a prick? - [Mistle] 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.
[Ciri] Maybe you should reconsider that.
Because we didn't use all the explosives to blow a single door.
[Iskra laughs]
We didn't
throw the tax collector
out of the window.
[laughs]
We didn't screw up the distraction
and jeopardize the escape.
- [sighs] - [chuckles]
And we didn't forget
that saving someone is the most important job.
Yeah, I liked it better when she was mute.
[Reef and Iskra laugh]
Never mind. Can we keep her?
[laughs]
[Mistle] Falka, slow down.
You can't just leave. They're combing the streets for us.
I can handle myself.
[sighs] Clearly. But guards like that favor action over talk.
[sighs] 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.
[clattering]
[Mistle] Shit.
I'll stay till morning.
But I'm sleeping alone.
[Milva] Sleep tight, little one.
[music fades]
[birds calling]
[horse neighs]
[horse snorts]
[Milva] Get some rest.
- [Jaskier] Oh, by the gods, this is good. - [Percival] Mmm!
- [Jaskier] It's making my brain feel... - I checked on Beata.
- She's safely tucked in. - [Jaskier] Uh... Whew!
Milva, my good lass.
- You look positively ravishing. - [Jaskier laughs]
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.
[Zoltan] Bottoms up!
Whoa...
[all cheer and laugh]
[Jaskier] 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! [giggles]
- Come dance with me. - [Zoltan chuckles]
[Jaskier] Come on!
Aah!
- What's she like? - [Geralt growls]
[Jaskier laughing]
- It's a wraith wound. I'll live. - [scoffs]
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.
[chuckles] And, um...
[laughter continues]
...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.
[chuckles]
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.
[Geralt] As for me...
[sighs]
This poultice and the mandrake juice I offered earlier
will help with the pain.
No one the wiser.
Thank you for your discretion.
[door opens]
[door closes]
I could use some food, friend.
[sighs]
[Yennefer] I've been trying to find your little rabbit hole.
- Speaking of, is it fresh? - It's conjured.
[haunting music playing]
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.
[scoffs]
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.
- [Fringilla] 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. - [Fringilla] Why?
Uh...
Why should I put my head in a noose for you? Hmm?
[ethereal ringing]
[soft hissing]
A dimeritium blade?
You really are insane.
I can look after myself, thank you.
[Yennefer] You know...
if we take down Vilgefortz,
Emhyr is sure to fall too.
No more hiding out with rabbits.
[bell tolling]
[foreboding music playing]
[door opens]
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.
[softly] 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.
[sighs]
[door crashes open]
Even if your grandmother failed you...
[door slams]
...surely the witcher taught you how to fight.
And kill.
- Hmm. - Take it.
Oh! [grunts]
Show me.
[screams]
[yelps]
What are you scared of?
I don't want to hurt you.
Try again.
[screams]
[gasps]
[whimpers]
You are not Cirilla of Cintra.
[gasps]
[growls]
[door opens]
[door slams]
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.
- [exhales] - 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.
- [chuckles] - [Percival] Pour me another.
[Jaskier] You don't want another. Okay, okay.
- [Milva chuckles] - None for you?
- My health isn't what it once was. - [Percival] Milva.
- How many arrows can you... - [Regis] One of many pleasures I traded.
- Three. - [Jaskier] No.
- Definitely. - [Jaskier] No.
Once, I managed four.
[Percival] Four arrows at the same time? You never did.
I did! I can show you.
[Jaskier] Easy, easy...
- [Milva] Later. - [Jaskier laughs] 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.
[glasses clink]
[wistful music playing]
[snoring]
- [Jaskier laughs] - He's tough.
But gets drunk quickly, dreaming of a shit ton of steel.
Stubborn fuck!
[Percival and Jaskier laugh]
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.
[glass clinks on table]
Yeah. He doesn't, uh... he doesn't do wishes.
He once wished for the raven-haired witch.
- Yennefer-- - [Geralt] Jaskier.
[door opens and closes]
Most conversations end like that.
[ominous music playing]
[grunts]
[sighs]
[eerie, high-pitched chiming]
Hmm.
[sighs]
[groans softly]
[sighs]
[echoing sigh]
[wistful, emotional music playing]
[birdsong]
[music swells]
[gasps]
[Ciri's voice drowned by music]
[music softens]
- [Geralt murmurs] - [Yennefer laughs]
[birdsong]
[sword rings]
[sighs]
- [bell ringing] - [breathing softly]
- [loud banging at door] - [gasps]
[man 1 shouts outside] That's 'em!
- [woman] In there! - [man 2] Come on!
- [man 3] They're up there. - [Giselher] What the fuck?
[Iskra] What the fuck's going on?
[Giselher] They're looking for us. Back door!
[people clamoring]
[man 4] 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.
[man 5] Here. Have some.
They think we're heroes.
[lively music playing]
[Mistle] I'm saying that's never happened before.
She didn't just beat the guards. She brought us admirers.
[Giselher] Yeah. We still have no money. That's gonna be a problem.
[Mistle] We'll make up for it. As long as Kayleigh doesn't get too excited again.
[Reef] Remember the time he tripped down the stairs in that brothel?
- [Kayleigh] Shut up! - [Mistle chuckles]
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?
[Iskra sighs]
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. - [Kayleigh] But all the shit she said.
[Mistle] She was hurting. We've all been there.
Isn't that why we're Rats?
Do the thing.
Giz. Do it.
[poignant music playing]
What's all this?
You don't have anything.
Take this.
[Iskra] You don't have
anything or anyone.
And you serve no master.
[rustling]
You don't have anything.
You don't have anyone.
[Reef] 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.
[echoing] I am a Rat!
- [gasps] - [echo fades]
[birdsong]
[door opens]
[Geralt] Where are they?
They're waiting on the road.
You were the last to rise.
Pleasant dreams, I hope.
[Geralt] 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.
[thunder rumbles]
What do you say to that?
You need to move faster.
Hmm.
If only saying made it so.
[Regis] 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.
[gentle rainfall]
How long before the leg needs treatment again?
[Regis] With a war to fight through, not long.
Which is why I would like to join you as a companion.
[poignant music playing]
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.
[thunder rumbles]
Hmm.
[thunder rumbles]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Yenna. You were gone for so long, I thought something had happened.
[Yennefer] 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? - [thumps table]
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.
[sighs]
[foreboding music playing]
Now, this is interesting.
Fringilla Vigo. What a surprise.
[man] She came in during a round-up.
She said she can be of use to you.
Yennefer of Vengerberg
gave me this.
[soft hissing]
[blade rings]
[echoing] She wants me to kill you.
Mmm.
And you agreed?
I did.
[echoing] To her face.
What I really want
is to see the last remnants of the Brotherhood dead.
And how will you do that?
[Fringilla] By being on the winning side this time.
Your side.
[suspenseful music playing]
[birdsong]
[wind gusting]
[whooshing]
[Yennefer] He only sent two last time.
He's getting scared.
[grunts]
[energy hissing]
[owl screeches]
Hasn't anyone told you it's not safe to travel alone right now?
[choking]
[intense, dramatic music playing]
[energy whooshing]
[speaking in Elder]
[snarls]
[grunts]
[heavy, distorted creaking]
[grunts]
[both speaking in Elder]
[screams]
[moans]
[both speaking in Elder]
[both continue speaking in Elder]
[screaming]
[both speaking in Elder]
[coughs]
[Yennefer sighs]
Oh.
[music fades]
[birdsong resumes]
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.
[Regis] Ah.
There is one more thing, Geralt, if we are to travel together.
- Did we decide that? - [chuckles]
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.
[horse neighs]
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.
- [Percival] Hurry! - [thunder rumbling]
- [clattering] - [horse neighs]
Hmm.
[horse neighs]
- [soft rainfall] - [Zoltan] You ready?
- [metal jingles] - We'll make a stop...
♪ The only truth is forged in fire ♪
[Beata] 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 ♪ - [horse neighs]
♪ 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 ♪
[inhales]
♪ 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 ♪