'Ciri!' She felt the coarse, unpleasant, still coolness of stone on her back and head.
She did not remember sitting down. Yennefer was kneeling next to her.
Gently, but decisively, she straightened her fingers, pulled her hand away from her cheek.
The cheek throbbed, pulsated with pain.
'Mama...' groaned Ciri. 'Mama... How it hurts! Mommy...'
The magician touched her face. Her hand was as cold as ice. The pain stopped.
'I saw...' the girl whispered, closing her eyes, 'the things I saw in the dreams...
A black knight... Geralt... And also... You... I saw you, Lady Yennefer!'
'I saw you... I saw how...'
'Never again. You will never see that again. You will never dream about it again.
I will give you the force to push those nightmares away.
That is why I have brought you here, Ciri, to show you that force.
Tomorrow, I am going to start giving it to you.'
Ciri sniffed. 'I have already seen a war,' she whispered.
'I do not want to see another. Never. I do not want to be alone again.
I do not want to be frightened. I do not want to lose everything again.
I do not want to lose Geralt… and you, Lady Yennefer.
I do not want to lose you. I want to stay with you. And him. Always.'
'You will.' The magician’s voice trembled a little.
'And I am going to be with you, Ciri. Always. I promise you.'
Vilgefortz was a wise fellow. You know why Geralt despised him? Not because he wanted to steal Blinky's babymakers.
It was because Vilgy knew the truth. He knew he was speaking with nobody else than submissive Gervant of Servantia.
Vilgefortz was smiling.
‘I was asking,’ he repeated, ‘about your views towards the relations between a man and a woman.’ ‘What part of these relations are you referring to?’ ‘Do you think it is possible to bind a woman to your will? I am, of course, talking about real women, not girls. Is it possible to rule over a real woman? Conquer her?
Force her to yield to you? And if so, then how? Answer me.’ ...
The ragdoll's button eyes were still fixed at them. Yennefer turned her gaze away.
‘You answered?’ ‘I answered.’ The sorceress clenched his elbow with her left hand, while touching her breasts with the fingers of her right hand. ‘In what way?’ ‘But you know.’ ...
‘You understand,’ said Vilgefortz at last. ‘And it seems like you have always understood.
So you will also understand that once the concept of will and subjugation, of domination and submission, of male master and female slave or vice versa, is gone and forgotten, only then we can truly achieve unity.
An attachment and a bond. Mutual diffusion. And once we achieve this, death will no longer matter at all.’