Sword of Destiny (The Witcher #2)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

“Who are you?” he asked slowly. She smiled and emanated cold. “Don’t you know?” Yes, I do, he thought, gazing into the cold blue of her eyes. Yes, I think I do. He was tranquil. He could not be anything else. Not anymore. “I’ve always wondered what you look like, my lady.” “You don’t have to address me like that,” she answered softly. “We’ve known each other for years, after all.” “We have,” he agreed. “They say you dog my footsteps.” “I do. But you have never looked behind you. Until today. Today, you looked back for the first time.” He was silent. He had nothing to say. He was weary. “How… How will it happen?” he finally asked, cold and emotionless. “I’ll take you by the hand,” she said, looking him directly in the eyes. “I’ll take you by the hand and lead you through the meadow. Into the cold, wet fog.” “And then? What is there, beyond the fog?” “Nothing,” she smiled. “There is nothing more.”