“I don’t understand,” Ciri spluttered like an angry cat, “I don’t see why I should go with him! Why? Where are you going?”
“Little daughter,” Yennefer said quietly. “This is your destiny. You’ll see, it cannot be otherwise.”
“And you?”
“Us,” Yennefer looked at Geralt, “a different destiny awaits us. It has to be that way.. Come to me, little daughter. Hold me tight.”
“They want to kill you! I will not allow it! After all, we have only just been reunited! That's not fair!”
“He who lives by the sword,” Emhyr var Emreis said dully, “dies by the sword. They both fought with me and lost. But they lose with dignity.”
Andrzej Sapkowski, The Lady of the Lake
"This will happen,” he drawled, not taking his eyes from Ciri, “as intended. Say goodbye to your friends, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon.”
Ciri looked at the witcher, Geralt made a dismissive motion with his head. The girl sighed. She hugged Yennefer and they whispered together for a long time. Ciri then approached Geralt.
“A pity,” she said quietly. “It seemed that everything was beginning to improve.”
“It seemed to be so,” said the witcher.
They embraced.
“Be brave.”
“He will not have me,” she whispered. “He will not have me, don’t worry. I will escape him. I know a way…”
“Do not kill him. Remember, Ciri. You must not!”
“Fear not, I didn’t even think about it. You know, Geralt, I’ve had enough of killing. There has been too much of it.”
“Too much. Goodbye, witcheress.”
“Goodbye, witcher.”
“Don’t cry.”
“You can talk.”
Andrzej Sapkowski, The Lady of the Lake
