“Forever, Ciri.” “It’s like they said! Geralt! It’s like they said! Am I your destiny? Say it! Am I your destiny?” Yurga saw the Witcher’s eyes. And was very astonished. He heard his wife’s soft weeping, felt the trembling of her shoulders. He looked at the Witcher and waited, tensed, for his answer. He knew he would not understand it, but he waited for it. And heard it. “You’re more than that, Ciri. Much more.”
