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Geralt? Geralt!

The stable...

- Wake up. - Hmm.

Oh, good. You're awake.

We are in a bit of a situation.

To the north gate...

Is my sword down there?

Did you try that...

Where are the others?

Our friends are scattered to fates unknown, and we, well...

Two bags! With me, now.

You're Cintran.

You're surprised we bested your Imperial allies?

Allies?

You were among them when we quelled their raid on the refugee camp.

You are spies.

Traitors for Nilfgaard.

I am no friend to Nilfgaard.

I can assure you we are no enemies of Cintra or the late Queen Calanthe.

You do not speak her name!

I was there the day you invoked the Law of Surprise.

And now my queen is dead,

our homes are pillaged or occupied,

and Princess Cirilla,

the one who could give us hope and purpose,

now sits aside Emhyr, thanks to you.

Today, you die by beheading,

which is more than you deserve.

You're making a mistake.

Bring them to be executed!

Oh shit.

We should've seen it coming.

That sister-fucker Foltest has betrayed the North.

He's brokered a peace treaty with Nilfgaard.

Peace? Emhyr will rule over Temeria faster than Foltest can kiss arse.

Your Gra...

Your Grace? This is your moment.

We can attack Dillingen.

The North is desperate for a victory.

King Radovid!

How many men do we risk losing if we attack Dillingen?

Six thousand, Your Grace.

But we risk far more if you do nothing.

Perhaps more drink will loosen Your Grace's tongue.

Useless twat!

Apologies for the interruption, but perhaps I could be of service.

Do you want to stand in for the tree?

As you wish.

Or I could take you to the esteemed guests who have been brought into camp.

Perhaps there's a more enjoyable way to channel your frustration.

The bard is not your enemy. Let him walk free.

Hold him down.

You are making a mistake.

This man is sworn to protect Cirilla of Cintra!

- No! - Hold your weapon.

Who the hell are you?

By order of Sigismund Dijkstra,

the bard is needed elsewhere.

The witcher comes with me.

Here it is!

Brilliant. You finally found something after all this time.

Tell me everything.

Addendum written after the Conjunction by someone named Avallac'h.

I know why Ciri is so important to so many people.

A specific elder bloodline that gives her the power to collapse space and time,

not just on the Continent, but with other Spheres.

That's possible?

It's possible, yes, but the way to do it...

It's all right.

It's all right.

Tell me.

Vilgefortz could drain her life force, take it for himself.

Yenna, it would kill her.

That's terrible news.

I'm so grateful...

that we finally now know.

You can't let that happen to her, Yenna. She will die. Yenna, she will d...

No use keeping up appearances.

I've got everything I need.

Vilgefortz...

Oh, what have I done?

You've given me all that I need.

But I have to admit,

I'm going to miss putting on these little...

shows for you.

Seems we have a visitor.

My lord.

Come in. Join us.

You know Istredd.

Of course.

- Is he a pris... - Prisoner?

Yes.

Much like you.

Oh, you've always been a prisoner here, Fringilla.

Just one without a cage.

Hmm.

I have a very

special place

prepared for you,

where you'll give me everything that I need.

Hello.

Welcome.

I'm so relieved that you've arrived safely.

There's a shift in plans. If you're ready, I'd like to start your training.

Yennefer.

- Absolutely not. - I know this isn't what we discussed.

It is not. These girls are not warriors. They came for sanctuary.

A sanctuary that will stay safe if we channel their powers.

- Vilgefortz is coming. - Because of you.

Rita.

You promised protection. Then you make them fight for it?

You can't have it both ways.

I believe in them because we were them.

You know I'm choosing to fight.

When we were their age, you know we would have also.

But they are the last survivors of the last generation of Aretuza.

If we fail here, there must be a future for magic.

There has to be hope.

Has anyone spoken to Marti Sodergren?

Nenneke and the priestesses of Melitele?

Five more, ten. What does it matter, Yen?

We'll die within these walls if you bring Vilgefortz here.

We'll die if we do nothing.

Philippa, my gods.

Don't waste that, dear. Much can be made of it.

Oh, I'm fine.

He's not, the fucker.

An ambush by rogue mages.

Our sisters in Oxenfurt were slaughtered.

No one else is coming, Yennefer.

I had slightly better luck.

But I need you all to keep an open mind.

Vesemir.

Coen.

Lambert.

I've told Triss.

I'll not get mixed up in your magical politics.

I would never ask you to fight on behalf of me again.

I know how much you've lost.

I was thinking more about what they've held onto.

Their keep.

They protected Kaer Morhen for thousands of years.

Until she came along.

Vesemir, can you help us?

How do we protect our home?

Won't be easy.

I've only been here a blink, but already I can see

that this place is as vulnerable as a widow at a wedding.

Is it true that this Vilgefortz

wants Ciri?

Bringing him here won't matter one bit if you can't win the fight.

We can do... anything.

We're charmed.

Sabrina Glevissig.

The charm's all mine, witch.

Yennefer, even with Fringilla on the inside, it's far from enough.

It is one thing to defend a castle,

and quite another to seek out a beating

from the most powerful mage we have ever known.

Perhaps we reconsider our plan, dear.

The priest was right.

Evil is always amongst us.

At least we got away with the horse.

- Yeah. - What's the saying?

"Second time's a charm."

Die, dirty witch!

I will gut you like a pig!

Okay. That horse is cursed!

I wanted to return your arrow, Elf.

I'm not an elf, Nilfgaardian.

And I'm not a Nilfgaardian.

You've been treading after us for nearly a fortnight. Why?

I'm trying to find my way again.

To Cirilla.

Geralt's Cirilla?

I have dreams.

I believe my destiny aligns with hers.

And his.

- Sure, if he kills you. - And so be it.

- You wanna die? - No.

No.

I want a chance to prove how wrong I've been,

to him

and to myself.

And why have you been helping me?

Why, indeed.

For reasons beyond me...

I see truth in your eyes.

And now, in your words.

I'm Cahir.

Call me Milva.

- Shall we go get my friends? - Yes, let's.

Aah!

- Cough up. - You never learn, do you, Giz?

I've got bad news.

- Guys, we're legendary. - Get a load of that.

Wanted. That's right, we are.

Shit, Falka, look at that.

Ooh! You're double Mistle's bounty.

Way to go, Falka!

That happens when you give the baron's daughter a haircut.

And then gut her hired hunters in broad daylight.

- The baron won't make that mistake again. - Or next time, he sends ten more.

Aw.

No one wants a Kayleigh doll.

Yeah, laugh all you want,

but after Rocayne, we need to play smarter.

What happened in Rocayne?

A job we pulled.

A big one, and, uh...

we lost some friends.

And gained an enemy. Leo Bonhart.

I guess not all bounty hunters are as easy to kill.

Well, they haven't met Falka.

We look forwards, not back, okay?

We've got a package to acquire in a couple of days.

- Are we all good? - We're good.

If Falka sits out again, yeah?

We can't have our little butcher bringing the heat.

Nice try,

but... I'm not being left out of anything again.

I'm one of you now.

Remember?

So I see you fancy something different.

It's time for a change.

Here, let me.

I never wanted so much... attention.

I just want to disappear.

Please don't say that.

We're happy you're here with us.

We are.

Even Kayleigh.

Although he's fiercely protective.

Everyone has always wanted me to be

how they want me to be.

I just want to be me.

Did you see who did this?

- No. - No?

Is he your husband?

- Yeah. - Oh dear.

Is he dead?

Maybe not. Maybe there's still hope.

Maybe we can resuscitate him. Let's see.

Oh. No, I'm afraid he's dead.

You wicked man!

I can't think with your fussing.

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes.

You're a big lad, hmm?

Whew!

What happened to you?

Aah.

Ah...

Oh, it's just a flesh wound. Come on.

Ah, there we go.

Someone is very well-trained.

Whew!

You never stood a chance, did you?

Whew, whew, whew, whoosh!

Huh.

Who are you, Falka?

There.

You look...

charming.

My little Falka.

I'd like to, um...

properly thank you.

I know a place.

I'm very happy to see you, Witcher.

Jaskier. Where have they taken him?

All in good time.

That'll be all, Marshal.

He's my prisoner.

It's best if you and your sham of a king didn't forget that.

Respectfully.

You and your Cintran refugee friends

would all be dead by now if it wasn't for us.

So get the fuck out.

Respectfully.

All right.

It's been a long time, Dijkstra.

Shall I thank you?

I have to walk with this cane like an old man because of you.

You were so spry before.

Hah!

That's the spirit.

I was worried, you know.

Seemed like all the fight had gone out of you.

Unbind me, and we'll see.

Your arrival has brought a potential solution

to a pesky problem I have.

Alas, you will die.

But now with a purpose.

Why does everyone always wish to make a sermon of my death?

Because a good sermon can change everything.

It's pointless as serving a king who will always be replaced by another.

Ah, it's not pointless.

Everyone has a role.

Even your bard friend.

From this moment,

rest assured,

nothing is personal.

And why is it that you want me dead?

Oh, my dear boy, haven't I made myself clear?

Not everything's about you.

Your Majesty.

I heard about your tragedy.

I am truly sorry.

What are you doing here?

Uh, we are on our way to Nilfgaard to save Ciri.

That is, once we're done trying to prove that we're not spies.

Consider it done.

Oh.

Thank you.

No.

So...

it's been a while.

Vizimir had agreed to let me go.

I was going to find you, make up for what I did in Loxia.

Then he was killed.

And now here I am, where I never intended to be.

We talked of masks. Do you remember?

- I do. - Well, that's all I am now.

A mask.

I am not my brother.

Yet I cannot be myself.

Where does that leave me?

Intended or not,

you are a king.

Stay here. Be with me.

Help me. With you by my side, I could be strong enough.

I can do it.

We're, uh... going to start easy.

And this need go no further.

All you need to do

is give me what I need.

Hm? A simple acknowledgement

of the pain I am giving you.

You think this

is the worst pain I feel right now?

Apparently not.

But only because I haven't hit the right nerve.

You bring all your girls here?

Only the ones I want to impress.

Oh, please do.

Here, take my hand.

Wow.

They're beautiful.

What are they?

Not sure. I've never seen anything like it.

So magical.

This isn't like you, Geralt.

You, uh... fight for something, do you not?

Hm? Someone?

The lone wolf isn't alone anymore,

which is how I know...

you'll break.

No?

I didn't want to go this far.

But your darling Lion Cub,

have you heard what is in store for her in Nilfgaard?

She is lost to you forever.

Not forever.

Only in your dreams, Geralt.

Ciri.

Ciri...

Oh shit.

Uh...

What in hell's name is that?

It's a greylock.

Usually harmless, but it's been infected by a parasite. Run!

Cry out. It can all be over.

No.

Louder.

I need the whole camp to hear.

Come on. You've trained for this.

Falka!

Let go of the sword!

Let the world hear you suffer!

I did it, Geralt.

That was Geralt.

What are they doing to him?

I don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know? Do something! Make them stop!

- Well, Dijkstra always has a plan. - Dijkstra has his own plans.

You're the king.

- You get to tell people what to do. - Then will you accept my offer and stay?

What?

Or will you go back to searching for that little girl with your witcher?

I cannot believe that you are bargaining with this.

You're the only one who knows who I am.

Oh, I know who you are, Radovid.

I know who you are at your core.

You are weak.

No. I chose you.

They took that from me when they killed my brother.

And you will die like him too.

Alone.

You can't talk to me like that.

Guards!

Your Grace.

Take him back to the other prisoner.

Come on.

You know,

I might escape my shackles one day.

What about yours?

Move!

Thank you for your service to my cause.

Let's hope it was worth it.

One more thing.

As promised, the news from Nilfgaard.

Your Cirilla of Cintra

is engaged to be married

to Emhyr var Emreis.

What?

I'll be handing you back to Vissegerd.

He'll make a show of killing you at dawn,

so you'll have time

to contemplate the utter breadth of your failure.

Oh!

Guards.

Youse two hold him down!

Get back!

Go on, men!

Get in there! Hold him down!

He's breaking out.

Ah, that's it, Witcher!

- Hold him back! - Rage until the end!

Create a defense along the parapet.

Mountain's nearly impassable. They'll have to attack by air.

They can attack from anywhere, outside or in.

Vilgefortz controls portals.

Well,

that complicates things.

What can you tell me about him?

He used to be a mercenary. He'll bring an army he's prepared to lose.

Then each mage will need at least one reinforcement on their back,

stationed around the castle.

Will your numbers match theirs?

No.

We need to do more with less.

And our magic lessens with fatigue.

It can run dry.

Then magic is not enough.

You're right.

But we have something they don't have.

Show us how to fight like witchers.

Ready.

Let's go.

So tell me, what can you do?

- Again. - Archery.

And seduction.

Either way, I always hit my mark.

Let's just stick with the archery.

Nature manipulation.

Duck! Break!

Butterfly swords should make an interesting pairing.

- Look at me. - We'll train with these.

It's not in my nature.

Let the beast out, Merigold.

That's it. Be ready.

Oh, cute dance, I suppose.

Hmm!

Come.

Good.

And who are you?

I've been defending myself since the day I was born.

I have skills these women can only dream of.

You.

Five orens on Francesca.

You're on.

Do you want to know a secret?

This isn't my first lesson from a witcher.

May the gods strike me down for saying so,

but... not the worst.

We might actually pull this off.

Go on!

Geralt. Ger... Ow! Ow.

Easy!

I feared you were dead.

Ow. Handsy!

Right, we need a plan. What's the plan?

We have till morning.

Oh, well... thank the gods for small mercies.

They took me to Radovid.

To torture me, I don't know.

I wanted to feel so angry after Thanedd, but...

I still felt that spark.

And then I heard your screams.

And sparks be damned. You know he wanted me to choose between you?

Who would do that?

And the saddest part,

beyond my bruised heart,

is what will most certainly become of him without me.

I mean, what's left for him...

but war... and death?

It's genius.

Well, a lot of people have said it. I couldn't possibly comment.

That was what Dijkstra wanted.

He used me to break his new king of hope

of having anything else.

He deserves nothing else.

Beata...

Beata's dead.

I know.

I'm so sorry.

Milva and the dwarves, are they dead too?

The people in the villages, the camps?

I saw Ciri again.

Another dream.

Not followed by death but fighting it.

Well, that's good... that's a good thing, right?

Ciri is set to marry Emhyr.

How can I fight that?

Shit.

Hey.

Humanity will survive another day. Will we?

I, for one, would like to keep my head on my shoulders,

if it's all the same to you, and...

I know this is harsh,

but if we could sideline your despair for a moment,

and imagine how to save ourselves first?

You know, I think I'm gonna pick the spot for us next time.

I didn't know.

I wish I could say that was the first time I almost got killed by a monster.

Oh, well, I wouldn't have let that wyvern hurt you either, my sweet waxwing.

Not that.

In Rocayne, I was saved by a witcher.

Brehen.

Is that the friend you lost?

I thought he was an absolute cockhead for a while.

Hmm?

Turns out he wasn't.

Just had a story, like all of us.

There was a princess he wanted to save, but he failed.

So somebody else had to step in and do the job for him.

Geralt of Rivia.

You said his name in there,

like you have in your dreams.

I don't understand. What do you want from me?

I want you to admit that you didn't just materialize out of thin air

in Glyswen all those weeks ago.

I want you to admit that you had a life.

I think a rich and noble one, where you were taught manners.

And, weirdly, sword skills.

And clearly,

you were loved.

Yes.

I knew Geralt.

And a sorceress named Yennefer.

They were my family,

but they are gone now.

Loving me brought them nothing but problems

and pain.

And if they're still alive,

they're better off without me.

But I don't... I don't want you to think that you are.

That's what loving is.

No matter what.

You call this place home.

Is it?

I don't know.

Aretuza was my home, but

every time I returned, I'd find new enemies.

Home.

When I think of home, I think of...

You think of her.

You think of him.

Yeah.

In the days when we'd go from safe house to safe house,

and... we'd find one we liked, we'd stay there for longer.

I was finally done running.

I envy you.

It's hard enough these days just to survive

while our brothers fall around us.

The world's changing, Yennefer.

My family's fading away.

- And there's nothing I can do to stop it. - Not nothing.

Never nothing.

In Thanedd,

Vilgefortz chose to keep Geralt barely alive.

He chose to make him suffer.

His cruelty knows no bounds.

I'll die trying to stop him.

Can we win this fight?

Can I tell you a secret?

Leaders never really know,

but they keep their doubts from their people.

You've changed since I last saw you.

Seeing every angle, learning from past mistakes.

You could've curled up and died after Thanedd.

After seeing what happened to Tissaia.

But you didn't.

Why didn't you?

Because you're a leader.

And you're a damn fine leader, from what I've seen.

And as for Vilgefortz,

I've decided I'm gonna face that fucker myself.

We'd never ask you to do that.

For Geralt,

for Ciri,

and for you.

I'm going to kill the worst monster of them all.

- Do it. - It'll get infected.

Keep it down, all right?

Your Grace.

King Radovid!

I just need to...

Where is the bard? I thought...

You know where he is, Dijkstra.

That fire pit...

Come. Drink with me.

Your Grace,

you honor me.

To the glory of Redania.

Now, Your Grace, we, um... oh, we have much to do.

Would you like to address the generals?

Ah, General.

I wanted to thank you for your assistance earlier.

I am so new at this, and... fond of libations.

An innocent jest, Your Grace.

Learning the art of war takes time.

Indeed.

If you speak to me so informally again, I will take your hands, ears, and eyes.

Do you understand?

Yes, Your Grace.

Guards! Take him away.

No, not him. Him.

What?

Your Grace, what is this?

You wrote me off as a drunk and a fop.

But, as my friend the bard once told me, I know enough to keep my wits about me.

I was privy to your machinations with Vizimir.

Every time my brother thought he was in control,

your grip on the reins was tightest.

I will not be your fool too.

Your games today have done damage I will never be able to repair.

Your Grace,

I am a... patriot.

I've only ever wanted glory for our country under a strong king.

My dear Dijkstra...

you have succeeded.

You will forever have my thanks.

Take them with you as you leave Redania.

Radovid.

Why?

This is all I have.

That's exactly why.

Allow me.

Prepare the men.

We move to take Dillingen at first light.

Your time is up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! We were supposed to have until the morning.

Cintra has suffered long enough.

Justice won't wait another minute.

If you truly want justice,

release me so I can save Ciri.

Sticking to your lie right to the end, are you, Witcher?

Uh, final words! You... you'll grant us some final words, right?

Um...

Violence is oft the tool of the dim-witted and the lame,

but the artist shall live on.

He cannot be killed by

a very big knife.

Panicking now. Panicking!

This blade was Calanthe's.

It will take your life for hers.

No!

The craftsmanship is impeccable.

This is the blade of a queen,

and you dishonor it.

Oh gods.

How did he do that?

Ooh...

You're all right. You're all right.

And I got you.

Milva and the others aren't far behind.

- What about the guards? - They're asleep.

- What if they wake? - They won't.

Good luck. I will see you very soon.

Regis?

I appreciate all you've done for us.

Perhaps it's best we don't meet again.

Wait. What? He literally just saved us.

I suspected that it might come to this.

But if we are parting,

uh, something I've been working on.

A gift.

In case you're in need of some hope.

Witcher blood holds many secrets, including how this elixir was made.

It's my own special brew.

No doubt different from what you're accustomed to,

but it will help in a fight if need be.

Your discretion has served me well, Geralt,

but you no longer need to keep it.

You two run along now.

Don't waste time. Don't look back.

Off you go.

Okay.

Why are we leaving him?

What is Regis? Is he a mage?

A sorcerer? Some kind of...

- Vampire. - Vampire?

Vampire! Are you... are you kidding me?

You mean to tell me we've been walking around this entire time

with a fucking vampire in our midst?

I mean, what's he gonna do to...

Oh, holy hell spawn.

Limp faster.

Whoa! Easy. Easy.

Uh... right, you stay here. Let me handle this.

Whew.

Come on, Jaskier. You've got this.

Gentlemen! I hate to interrupt you whilst you're ominously loitering.

It's a lovely evening for it. I was wondering if I could...

Deserters?

The price for our silence is ten pieces of silver.

Yeah, I don't have that. You know, the, uh... economy and everything.

But if you just allow me to pop through here,

I do have two gold pieces sewn into my shoe...

- Aah! - Get his boots!

If you could just calm down for one...

Geralt, stay where you are.

- I have this under control. Fellas! - Stay down!

If you just allow me...

Aah! Nope!

Oh-ho-ho!

Ho-ho! Hey, guys.

- Thought you were lost. - You're the lost one.

So kind. Ah!

I told you Regis could do it.

That was not necessary, by the way. I had that handled.

I know you did, lad. Just thought I'd give you a hand.

Listen.

Soldiers. On the hill.

Fire!

Arrows! Move!

Death to Redania!

Nilfgaard!

It's a Nilfgaard ambush!

Guards!

- Nilfgaard, again? - How do we get out?

Geralt, we need a plan.

- To your stations! - Get to the front! Now!

Go on, you fucking bastards! Run!

Oh, we're surrounded.

They attack from all directions.

We'll consolidate forces on the southern edge,

use the fire to form a fence, force them to engage from one side.

A wise maneuver, my king.

Nilfgaard!

- We're so fucked. - Now what, Witcher?

Geralt?

- You! - I'm not your enemy.

Geralt!

Jaskier!

Geralt. I'm so sorry.

Save your words. This is not the end.

Just go, leave. Find Ciri.

Find Ciri. Just find...

I've got you.

Come on, quick.

Let's move.

Hang on, Jask.