The Witcher

Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, do you think this a joke?

- I said there'd be hell to pay... - Mousesack.

...if you weren't ready by the sound of those trumpets.

Did you think I was joking?

If there are dirty knucklebones in your pockets, gods help you.

Is this a dream?

It's gonna be a nightmare if you don't rub that sleep from your eyes and get moving!

The knighting ceremony started 20 minutes ago,

and your grandmother has your dance card full.

My grandmother?

Yes. Her jaw is doing that...

twitchy thing, you know the one.

What the fuck's going on?

Watch your mouth, Princess.

What are you doing?

It's really you.

She's gone mad.

Banquet in full swing, she's gone mad. You know what?

This...

...doesn't matter.

Let's go.

Geralt!

Geralt!

Geralt.

- Listen to me. - You betrayed us.

Geralt, please. It's not what you think! Let me explain.

Before Voleth Meir showed me her true self, she came to me as a girl.

Some fucked-up version of myself.

Yes, she feeds on pain!

But everyone on this Continent is in pain.

Voleth Meir is more personal than that. She's more specific.

Explain.

She finds your weakness,

the gaping wound in your heart,

the thing that makes you feel hopeless, and she plunges her finger into it

and makes it hurt so badly, you'd do anything.

Like sacrificing an innocent child.

Yes. Except I couldn't do it!

Geralt,

I know this means nothing to you, but I understand now how special she is!

When Chaos left me,

I never thought that I'd feel that spark, that... life again,

but Ciri, she radiates it.

At Melitele's, when I helped her control it,

when she opened that portal under my direction, I felt like...

- Like... - I know how it feels, Yennefer.

I don't know what Voleth Meir wants from Ciri,

but we have to protect her.

I have to protect her.

Shhh.

Shhhh.

Vesemir.

Ciri. What's going on?

Geralt?

There's a woman out there.

An old woman. In a black robe.

- It's Voleth Meir. - Here?

- In Kaer Morhen? - Where is she now?

I saw her leaving Everard's room. We have to do something.

She killed them.

Everard and Gwain.

How did you escape?

I screamed.

And that didn't cause any damage?

- I don't know. - It didn't wake Vesemir?

- Geralt. - I'm scared. Please.

Tell me what you want.

I can't believe Ciri did this.

She killed our brothers in our home.

That thing ain't Ciri.

Get anyone who's left.

Vortek.

Merek.

She got Merek too.

Grab all the elixir you can find.

We don't know what she can do.

To the armory!

Find Ciri!

Your fight's not with Ciri.

Talbot! Let's both find...

When you took Eskell down, it broke me.

But you were right. It had to be done.

Same as now.

Ciri has to be eliminated.

Daughter or demon, she has done too much damage.

Witchers don't kill out of fear.

They kill to save lives.

I said that.

You did.

It feels like bullshit now.

Eskell, Remus,

Gascaden, Sorel, Gwain.

There are too many medallions hanging on that tree.

But spilling Ciri's blood

won't bring them back.

You thought she was strong enough to be the next witcher.

Just like I was.

She can survive this.

She needs you.

I need you.

Wolf...

I'll convince Voleth Meir to leave Ciri's body.

Once the demon's out, once she's back in her corporeal form, we'll trap her.

Will it work?

I don't know.

But our best chance is together, Vesemir.

- Huh. - Please trust me.

- Jaskier! - Mm?

- Jaskier. Jaskier, come on, wake up! - Too many squirrels.

- Jaskier! - Aaah!

I need you.

It's Ciri. She's been possessed.

Yep. The last time I woke up next to you,

you grabbed me by the balls and then blew up the building, so...

Come on!

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Wait. Did you say possessed?

Are you sure?

He said he...

Dijkstra said he didn't need me anymore.

He had other ways of getting what he wanted.

Cirilla of Cintra?

Yes.

Well, what does...

what did our daughter have to do with that?

Why would Redania target us?

Mm, because we've befriended Nilfgaard.

Because we're elves.

They hate us.

They've always hated us.

They need no other reason than the shape of our ears.

I'm...

I'm...

I'm sorry.

I was in jail, and...

he told me his target was Nilfgaard and I...

I never realized.

I... I never would have thought...

You saved your own life.

This is not your doing.

I need you to gather some horses.

Before you tell me what's going on,

please tell me you're making a hangover cure.

Because my head feels like it's lodged between the buttocks

of a fat and sexually rageful goat.

What are we doing?

Voleth Meir is a parasite. We need to remove her without killing the host.

Oh, the Deathless Mother again. Please, do go on.

A spell from the extraction or separation family would do it.

Yes, it would. If you had your magic, which you don't.

If I had my fucking magic.

Instead, I'll have to make do with whatever I find in a witcher laboratory.

Like this.

Oh yay! A little stone. You've saved us all.

Active jasper.

Provider of warmth, energy, balance.

Golden oriole.

Golden what? Areola?

Pretty sure that's got something to do with nipples.

Neutralizes the effects of poisons in the bloodstream.

- But then again I'd make everything about nipples... - Possession's like poison... Jaskier!

I pulled Ciri into this mess, and I'll do everything I can to get her out of it.

Tell me what to do.

Find Geralt.

- Give him the jasper. - What for?

It helps turn wrongs into rights. He'll understand.

Wait, hang on. What are you gonna do?

What witches do best.

Make a potion.

Come along, Ciri!

It's even better than I remember.

Are you sure you're feeling all right?

Better than ever.

Your granddaughter.

As a member of the royal family,

is it too much to expect that you exercise...

A modicum of respect.

Oh.

Yes.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Oh.

I know you think me too stern, child.

No.

No, I understand you want to protect me.

Of course.

Because I know it's not the same here without you.

Ahem.

Your Highness. Would you join me with a dance?

- She would love... - I'd love to, Martin.

Check it again.

There can be no mistakes when Emperor Emhyr arrives.

What is it?

The elves.

Some of them have gone.

There are always defectors, Fringilla.

It's to be expected.

Francesca and Filavandrel were amongst them.

Our scouts said they were riding north on stolen horses.

To hunt down the murderer of their child.

All fingers point to Redania.