Errr... nope. :whatthe:wasn't there a part in the books where Yen was totured by the Lodge
like Philippa or some other Sorceresses tore out her vagina parts
About that torture part maybe you are referring to
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Errr... nope. :whatthe:wasn't there a part in the books where Yen was totured by the Lodge
like Philippa or some other Sorceresses tore out her vagina parts
I read somwhere like someone tore out her matrix
About that point....Geralt was stabbed in the chest by a pitchfork and was bleeding to death. Yennefer tried to save him using magic, but she only managed to keep him alive, until she passed out from exhaustion.
No I quoted the one you wrote, italian translation is not out yet. :-Ooh I'm spotting some differences in the translations. You got that from the Italian one?
Exactly as you wrote it. It seems it has some spice maybe because I quoted a line for two timesOh but of course, silly me. Still I can spot some differences. You quoted it exactly as it was or you put some spice into it?
Just curious, if there is another version I want to read it!
Reading again that passage is a little painful for me, I cried so much the first time I read it...Check this out.
This is the version from the Community Fan Translations in English.
'We sent for physician,' said a dwarf standing next to Dandelion, in a husky voice,. 'but he has not appeared...'
'it is too late for a doctor,' Triss said, surprising herself that her voice sounded so calm. 'He is dying.'
Geralt continued to stir, coughing blood, then becoming very tense and froze. Dandelion, still holding Triss, sighed in despair, the dwarf cursed. Yennefer moaned, her face changing suddenly, contracted and ugly.
'There is nothing more pathetic,' said Ciri sternly, 'than a sorceress in tears. You taught me that. But now you're pathetic Yennefer. You and your magic, which is useless.'
Yennefer did not reply. She could barely hold Geralt's head in both of her hands, while repeating a spell. In her hands, the witcher's cheeks and forehead crackled with blue sparks.
Triss know how much energy was required for that spell. She also knew that the spell would not help. She was even more confident that the spell would prove powerless for someone who was sterile. It was too late. The spell only exhausted Yennefer. Triss was surprised that the black-haired sorceress was able to withstand for so long.
Then she ceased to be surprised because Yennefer stopped in the middle of the magic formula and fell on the pavement next to the witcher.
One of the dwarves swore again, the other bowed his head in silence. triss Merigold still being propped up sniffed loudly.
Suddenly it got very cold. The surface of the lake boiled like a witch's cauldron and was enveloped in mist. The fog grew rapidly, it swirled over the water and stood on the waves., covering them in a think white milk, that stifled and sounds and made shapes and figures vanish.
'I,' Ciri said slowly, still kneeling on the bloody ground, 'I once gave up my power. If I didn't, I could save him now. I could cure him. I know it. But it is too late, I can't do anything. It is like I killed him myself.'
The silence was broken by Kelpie's whinny. Then by Dandelion's muffled gasp.
They were all stunned.
***
A white unicorn appeared out of the mist, running light, agile and silent, lifting his beautiful head. This was not just anything unusual, they all knew the legend, and the passagpassage
about the fact that unicorns run lights, agile and silently. What was strange was that the unicorn was running on the surface of the lake, and did not even wrinkle the water.
Dandelion gasped, this time in awe. Triss felt overwhelmed by her emotions. Euphoria.The unicorn's hooves rang on the stones of the waterfront. He shook his mane and horn and melodically neighed.
'Ihuarraquax,' Ciri spoke to him. 'I was hoping you'd come.'
The unicorn came closer, neighing again and digging his hooves into the hard cobblestones. He lowered his head, the horn which sprang from his head suddenly blazed with light, with a sheen that dispelled the fog.
Ciri touched the horn.
Triss gasped loudly when she saw the girl's eyes filled with white heat and her head enveloped in a halo. Ciri did not hear her, did not hear anyone. With one hand she touched the unicorn's horn, with the other she touched the witcher. From her fingers drifted a ribbon of flickering light.
No one could say how long it lasted. It was unreal.
Like a dream.
***