I can hear music, she thought suddenly. Amidst the rustling of the trees … there’s music. Lute music. And voices. The Princess of Cintra … A child of destiny … A child of Elder Blood, the blood of elves. Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf, and his destiny. No, no, that’s a legend. A poet’s invention. The princess is dead. She was killed in the town streets while trying to escape …
