Without capturing Ciri and delivering her to your Emperor. 'Your life was forfeit without fulfilling your mission. 'That's why you begged me to kill you on Thanedd,' Geralt then said. It can never be enough,' he finished darkly, looking into the fire again. 'Only you did not deserve any of what happened to you. 'And there I thought my life was a fucked up pile of pigshit,' Angoulême finally said.Ĭahir looked up at the young girl. It was not hard to imagine the details that he had left out. However, the occasional quiver in his voice had given away how difficult and painful this all must have been. He had done so in a quiet, detached tone of voice, more like a matter-of-fact military report while looking into the glow of their strange little fire. There was a long, heavy silence after Cahir had finished telling his story. Instead she urged the horse into a gallop with a cry, leaped into the saddle in full flight and was gone. I don't know why, she could easily have ended me with a single blow of her blade. Then, as suddenly as she had started, she stopped. I did not even think of drawing my own sword to defend myself. She was so fast, wild, mad, terrifying in her fury, like a real lioness defending her cubs. Never had I anticipated that the Princess would attack me. Seize her, sling her across the saddle and gallop to where the ship was waiting for us. So I was quite confident that it would be easy when I had finally cornered her in that courtyard with the fountain. Rience had given us medallions to protect our ears in case Cirilla would scream like when she escaped from me outside of Cintra. 'Well, you know how splendidly that went. I could not mess it up.' Cahir paused, then continued. Finally there was my second chance, the one opportunity to redeem myself, the way out of all this shit. With a commando of elves under the command of Isengrim Faoiltiarna, also known as the Iron Wolf, and Rience we sailed to Thanedd. It turned out I was to sail to Cape Bremervoord and meet with an elven sorceress, Francesca Findabair. I put on the new armour they gave me, got on my horse and galloped there in record time. Then, after two years of solitary confinement, they let me out. I got some extra, non too filthy blankets against the cold and the food wasn't that horrible, not like in Vizima where it was mostly stale water and mouldy bread. They let a healer in who patched me up again. My father must have paid an arm and a leg to bribe the guards. The Citadel was not quite as bad as the other dungeons.

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