Which short story? :hmmm:No, Gealrt's dream is in one of the short stories, which I read recently![]()
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This part...That is in the books.
(Quotation)The unicorn once more shook its horn and began to disappear in the white fog.
“Kelpie,” Ciri said. “Go with him.”
Kelpie snorted. She shook her head. Then obediently walked behind the unicorn. Her
shoes made an echoing sound on the cobblestones. Then the sound abruptly stopped, as
if the mare had taken flght, disappeared or dematerialised.
The boat was on the shore, a few moments after the fog dissolved, Triss saw it clearly.
It was a tatty old barge, formless as a trough in a barn.
“Help me,” Ciri said, fimly and decisively.
At first no one knew what the girl wanted help with. The poet was the fist to
understand. Perhaps because he knew the legend that he frequently lectured on and
sang its verses. In his arms he picked up Yennefer. He marvelled at how small and light
she was. He would have sworn that someone helped him lift her. He would have sworn
that he felt Cahir’s arms helping. That he caught a glimpse of Milva’s braid. He would
have sworn that when he took the sorceress to the boat, he saw Angoulême’s little hand
holding it steady.
The dwarves picked up the witcher, Triss helped them, holding his head. Yarpen
Zigrin blinked for a second, because he saw the two Dahlberg brothers. Zoltan Chivay
would have sworn that Caleb Stratton helped him lift the witcher into the boat. Triss
Merigold was sure that she could smell the perfume of Lytta Neyd called Coral and in a
haze of yellow-green her eyes saw Coen of Kaer Morhen.
These tricks were brought to their minds by the dense fog around Loc Eskalott.
“Ready, Ciri,” the sorceress said dully. “Your boat is waiting.”
Ciri brushed the hair from her forehead and sniffed.
I think I have something in my eye... a twig maybe... but certainly not tears...


