Isn't it ironic?
Everywhere else, people are fleeing Nilfgaard,
and we are doing everything we can to get there.
That's the only way to Caed Dhu.
- To save Ciri, the end justifies means. - We must find a way across.
- Milva knew the routes. - Aye.
We'd be better off if she were here.
Hey, I know them pretty well myself.
Back in my Sandpiper days,
I was not only renowned for my bravery but for my keen eye to detail.
And my eagle eyes for...
All right?
Yeah, just...
There was a little root there.
Someone needs to have their ''eagle eye'' checked.
Hey. Don't mock the afflicted.
It's not a root. It's a rope.
Well then, maybe...
Yes! Geralt, you are gonna want to see this.
Well done, Jaskier. You found us an abandoned ferry.
It's not abandoned.
These two were hiding in the bushes.
- We need to cross the river. - What, to Nilfgaard? Huh.
Sorry, but this old bathtub ain't gonna make it.
It appears to be quite sound.
Yeah, well, closed for business now, ain't we? What with the war on.
And the... baboon attacks.
Baboons? Never seen any monkeys on my travels here.
I bet you don't miss a trip if the price is right.
And do you
have the right price?
Yeah, didn't think so. We ain't goin' anywhere.
Either you take us, or we'll take it ourselves.
Aah!
After all the detours, death, and battles,
who would've thought this is how we get to Nilfgaard?
I've taken shits longer than this ride.
You're not the only one who has a way with words, bard.
- Hah! - Hah.
After all this time, Nilfgaard looks like any other spit of land.
Aye, just somethin' else for humans to fight and die over.
Nothin' special about it.
I'm not sure everyone would agree.
Uh, ba...
Ba... baboons!
- Bab... baboons! - You there, stop!
They're northerners.
- There's the ferry! Quickly! - Why are they in Nilfgaard?
Not baboons.
Guerrillas, fighting behind enemy lines!
Bring that boat back to shore!
- Oh shit! Nilfgaardians! - Nilfgaard! Push back!
- Hold positions! - Hold on!
- For Nilfgaard! - They won't survive in Nilfgaard.
And we took their ride back to safety.
That ferry's our only hope!
- What the... - They're reeling us in!
- Into their fight. - What are you... No!
No, no, no, no! What did you do that for, you idiot?
That's gonna piss 'em off even more!
- Come back! - Sor... sorry!
Seize that boat! They're Nilfgaardian spies!
We need to cross now!
- Fire! - Incoming!
- Oh! - Fuck. What are they doing?
- Grab an oar and row! - Row where?
Come on!
Row, row!
We're on your side!
Gliding down that river, caught between two warring armies,
our witcher knew his quest for Ciri was in danger.
But this time, because they had faith in each other,
Geralt's odd little band--
- The hanza. - And--
They came to be known as the hanza.
- Angoulême coined it. - Who?
Don't worry. You'll meet her soon.
Little Nimue! Look at you.
So grown, and still see the need to correct old Stribog.
Normally, I'm the one who's leaving.
I told you this would happen someday. I have a destiny to find.
How about it? A final story?
Yes, please, Stribog! What did the hanza do?
- Please tell us! - Okay, okay!
Now, where was I?
The ferry was being shot by the baboons.
Ah, yes.
The hanza managed to survive.
For the moment.
It appears we've passed the danger, my friends.
Sure! On a river that makes us everyone's enemy.
- Hah! - There's no place to land.
Let's keep moving downstream.
Where in the north did the white tunics hail from?
Their heraldry was an amalgamation. Some kind of joint army.
No need in knowin' them intimately.
Let's just be glad we weren't fucked and move on.
Archers, northern side!
Right, come on! Hurry up!
Fire!
Watch your back!
- Are those Nilfies? - I don't understand any of this.
Northerners on the south shore, Nilfgaardians on the north.
Stop trying to make sense of war!
Fire!
Take cover!
We're sittin' ducks here!
Gah! My boat!
I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, but could you please just--
Nope. No, he's dead.
He's dead. Fuck!
Oh! Killed him, you did.
Enough with the arrows already!
Yes, they do lack a little creativity, don't they?
- Fuck. - Archers, hold your fire!
- I think they heard you. - Watch out!
Bring it up!
- Wait for it! - What the fuck is that?
Point.
Aim.
- Aimed at target! - Hold!
Their creativity.
- Fire! - Oh, we're all gonna die!
Come quick!
- Quick, put it out! - Put it out!
What's going on?
- Milva! - Hello!
- Whoo-hoo! - Come on!
Squirrel!
Yeah, come on! Swim, now!
That was quite an entrance.
Someone had to save your asses.
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
Truly, I am.
- Regis! - Over there!
Masterful archery.
They got you in the heart.
Oh, dear one.
Haven't I disabused you of these quaint human notions?
Oof.
Imagine a simple shard of wood being my end.
As absurd as yours being something without teeth.
Let's hope neither is in the foreseeable future.
- Welcome back. You were missed. - Remember when you tried to get rid of us?
Which time?
Centuries of brilliance.
Istredd.
Rita.
Vesemir.
The novices.
Gone. All because of one man.
You know what's crazy?
I actually thought we could do it.
I really believed because we wanted it so badly
that we would finally destroy Vilgefortz.
Wait. Where's Ciri?
Emhyr hasn't got her, Philippa.
She's out there.
Somewhere. But I don't know where.
I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
I know she's your daughter.
But she was also our hope.
Now it truly feels... over.
All of this.
All of us.
When I found you...
I asked you,
"How will you be reborn?"
- Do you remember? - Mmm.
At the time, I didn't realize what it truly meant.
I was building an army.
I thought that, in order for us to survive,
we sorceresses had to become
soldiers.
I was so wrong.
What do you mean?
This whole time, I've been overlooking something that was right in front of me.
What will be our strongest asset from here forward.
Our sisterhood.
Gather the others.
Everyone's so scared of Leo Bonhart.
Can't wait to see the look on his face when we get the drop on him.
He's not an ordinary one.
Yeah, I wish we had Falka.
- I wish I knew why she left. - She just wasn't herself.
She'll come back to us. I can feel it.
- Maybe. - You hope so, though.
I'm taking a break from hope. Focus on what I know is real.
Like Leo Bonhart.
Mistle's right. Falka made her choice. We made the better one.
Bring it on. Best way to become legends is to kill one.
Yeah!
Come on, Kelpie. Come on.
Go!
Go.
Looks clear here.
The rest of our journey to the druids might be safer afoot.
Yah!
Them? Again?
Oh, for fuck's sake.
- Are they chasing us? - Being chased, by the look of it.
Get to that boat!
- Like we're caught between two wildfires. - Fuckin' nightmare is what it is.
Fuck you, whoreson!
What are they saying?
Well, it's hard to make out in between all the "whoresons" and "seed-wastes."
I order you to stop! Return that boat!
Nilfgaard's coming!
That's...
Bring me that fucking ferry!
...Queen Meve.
Quite the balls of brass to be gallivantin' around Nilfgaard.
And we've stranded her.
Nilfgaardian spies,
you are hereby ordered by Her Majesty the Queen
to bring that boat back to shore immediately!
Failure to do so will result in execution!
I hate to poke holes in your logic,
but we're not Nilfgaardians!
We're on your side.
I think we should keep rowing.
That'll do you no good.
Not much further, we reach open sea.
A saltwater sea?
Why? Another quaint human notion?
No, it eats my skin.
By order of the queen!
I'm a vampire.
Oh.
Bye!
I order you...
Any idea how we're going to survive this river ride?
By ending it.
We need to get off the water.
Even at its conception,
the Brotherhood was an exercise in contradiction,
weaponizing our gods-given power to serve its whims,
fueling hate
and distrust for anyone who is different,
pushing us into royal alliances,
pitting us against each other.
But in the course of weeks,
we, the women in this room,
have managed to combine our magic, our methods,
to make allies of old enemies,
because we shared one goal.
Protecting magic from Vilgefortz's takeover.
Fringilla, you're stronger than all of us
to have endured what Vilgefortz put you through.
It's like, all my life, I've only ever known one primal instinct.
And that's been to seek out the powerful and hold on.
- Till you showed up at my door. - Your rabbit hole.
You know, it turns out that our strength,
all of our strength...
it's innate.
And stronger
together.
And together, we could clean up this mess.
We can also all agree this is Vilgefortz's fault.
He's still out there.
We're not done yet.
The future of magic is still at risk.
Ciri is still at risk.
We'll find her.
And in the meantime,
we make sure there's a home for her to come back to.
We bring back Assire, Ida,
Ximer, Alaina, and the novices,
and we build a lodge of sorceresses.
And we do it our way.
Ah, it is revealed.
- The first crossing for miles. - And likely the last.
No wonder there are so many troops around.
He who holds the bridge...
...rules all this territory.
Let's clear that bridge, make land, and cover our tracks.
Get back to our real mission and find those druids.
That's it. Don't mind us.
We're just a gang of happy-go-lucky misfits
here to save a princess from an abominable fate.
Just don't... look...
- Get in line. Hold the bridge... - ...down.
- Down below! - A ferry!
- Get down! - Here we go again!
Reload!
- Stop them! - Boat below!
- We've run aground! Try to push off! Move! - Come on!
- Kill them all! - Go, go, go!
Release!
Move!
Yeah, let's go!
You've been hit.
No, I haven't.
Oh, get her down. Quick.
Easy. Easy! Quick.
- You are most certainly not all right. - The symptoms are clear.
She's miscarrying.
Thanks for announcing it.
- Milva, what can I do? - You can leave me alone.
We're under attack!
- Hold! - It's Nilfgaard!
- Hold the bridge! - Go, quickly!
Milva, you cannot move until the bleeding subsides.
I know.
- Cahir, what's going on? - Come on!
Come on, quickly!
Nilfgaardian troops on the north end!
If Nilfgaard take that bridge, they will secure every inch of it
and eliminate anyone they find down here.
- This isn't our fight. - No, for her!
Why aren't you listening? I said leave me!
For your privacy, yes. But no one's leaving you behind.
I can help her,
but you've got to help us gain safe passage.
Squirrel, you saved our hides.
And a dwarf never leaves a debt unpaid.
We're gettin' you out of here,
even if I have no fuckin' idea how to cross the battlefield.
What rank did you hold in the Nilfgaardian army?
I was an officer.
You're willing to kill the very thing you once were?
You finally understand what I'm not anymore.
What strategy do you propose?
Keep up.
Geralt!
It'll be okay, Maria.
Come on. Charge!
Charge!
Gah! What are the chances they were both dropped on their head as babies?
Even an officer and a witcher are no match for an entire army of nutheads!
Jaskier. Go.
We are coming back.
I promise.
Can't let them have all the fun, now can we?
- I won't be long. - Let's cut some Nilfie bastards.
- Oh, whoa. - Aah!
- Ah! Come along, old man. - Oh, you don't have to motivate me!
- Retreat! - Save yourselves!
Take another step, and I'll end you myself!
There's too many! The bridge is lost!
- It is not lost until I say it's lost. - Move. You, move.
So turn your arses round and fight!
- What were your orders? - Ho... hold the bridge for the queen.
Then hold the fucking bridge, or your queen is lost!
Nilfgaard!
I hope you enjoy the taste of leather, my friends,
because you are about to feel this man's boots so far up your arses,
you will be biting on buckles!
You listen to him
and hold!
Anything to add, or...
Let's fucking move!
Come on!
That's the way! Come on!
For Nilfgaard!
Give it up!
- Come on! - Geralt!
Stop pussyfootin' around. Let's finish this!
Hold!
I thought my help was more needed down here.
What's happening? Tell me.
It's messy, but they are fighting.
Milva, the North is fighting back.
It only took a Nilfgaardian, a witcher, and a dwarf to lead them.
But they will clear the path to Caed Dhu.
I needed
good news.
- Hold the line! - Hold!
Let's go!
I thought you were foolish to try this.
And yet you came anyway. You glad you didn't kill me now?
Fuckin' die!
I'll let you know.
Push them back!
Through here!
- Hold your ground! - Get up!
Take that!
- For Nilfgaard! - Nilfgaard!
Cavalry!
Take aim. Fire!
Take cover!
Fall back!
Take cover, men!
Fall back! Move! Move!
He's mine!
Move! Move it!
Move! Move!
Come on, hold them!
Don't let any of them past!
Keep going! Push back!
Nilfgaard!
Let's go!
Regroup!
Regrou--
Retreat! Retreat!
- They're retreating! - Yah!
They're retreating!
Yes!
They're retreating!
Let's finish this! Come on!
- Come on, let's kill 'em! - Let's go! Go!
The queen!
- She's coming! - For the queen!
- Protect the queen! - Come on!
Follow me!
Back to Nilfgaard!
- No! - Get up! Get up!
What the fuck is that?
They don't need an officer anymore.
No! Stop!
They need a witcher.
- Retreat! - What is that?
Get out the fuckin' way!
Retreat!
On me!
Aah!
There you are, and with your heads still intact.
Though nearly roasted.
Thank you.
You see? There are certain advantages to being underestimated.
Hmm.
We held the bridge.
We did.
- Let's find Milva. - Aye.
Triss? I need your help.
You mean besides sweeping?
What's that?
It's the dagger Vesemir used to wound Vilgefortz.
And you have it because?
I need you to use it to track Vilgefortz back to Stygga.
- Yen, no. - He's weak.
- If I find him now, I can kill him. - But the Lodge of Sorceresses.
You lit that spark.
I led you to an idea.
It's up to you to see it through.
I don't understand.
I need to protect Ciri, and I won't let anyone else suffer for this.
- You sound like Geralt. - Thank you.
That wasn't a compliment.
Not in this case.
Even if you break through his portal matrix,
you'll wind up somewhere he knows well, and you not at all.
I know. I made a promise to stop him, and I intend to keep it.
For Istredd. For Geralt. For magic.
For me.
If I don't come back...
Don't say that.
With or without me,
rebuild Aretuza.
Promise?
I promise.
The sole survivors of the Battle of Montecalvo.
Welcome home.
There's only one way you could've escaped with your lives.
Cowardice.
A true believer
would have burnt to ash to murder those witches.
However...
you'll get a second chance
to be better in death than you ever were in life.
You were always good with your hands.
I remember.
You were always sharp-tongued.
Aah.
I don't know you.
You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen,
and they'll witness my final victory.
Vilgefortz knew Yennefer would come for him,
but that's another story.
Off you go. Go on.
Go on.
- Shall we go to the river? - Let's play over there!
I'm going to study in Aretuza.
Aretuza, you say?
After all those generations? I can't believe it's open again.
I can't believe I get to walk the same stones as Lady Yennefer.
To learn everything I can about all of them.
- Especially... - Ciri.
I remember.
I still feel a connection to her.
Linked by...
Destiny.
Stories are very powerful.
They change us.
And we,
in spite of that,
change them too.
For your studies.
No need to nick it this time.
- I couldn't. - Nonsense.
My eyes are going. It needs a good home.
And who knows if any of it's true?
But you said it.
How this saga ends may depend on you.
But how?
Ah.
What happened to her?
To Ciri?
Geralt saved Queen Meve. And Yen was on the hunt for Vilgefortz.
But you never finished Ciri's story.
You're asking the wrong person.
Good luck chasing destiny.
Iskra was right.
Ciri would come back for them. But what happened next?
Something begins.
But something also ends.
It's the Rats!
Keep inside!
Look! Rats! Come on!
- Here, look at my doll Iskra. - Go inside!
Get inside at once!
- Lyla! - Come inside!
Get in here, now!
You won't get any trouble from us.
Long as you keep your tongue still till we leave.
Where's the Chimera's Head?
Oi! Not a word.
The Rats are here. Get inside now!
Bonhart?
- Leo! - Leo Bonhart, come on out here!
- Bonhart! - We're here!
- We know you're in there. - Come on out!
Remember us, old dog?
- Huh! - Don't be scared. Come on.
Aah.
Finally.
Come on, Leo.
Come on, hurry up.
Oh!
Good morning, my little mice.
I'm... Did you just...
Stop that!
If we are to cavort, we shall cavort.
But at least allow me to make you an offer first.
Why don't you suck my ballsack?
Hmm.
While I consider that,
hear mine.
There's a goodly reward for you dead.
But I am obligated to tell you
that there's an even bigger reward
for you alive.
So what's it gonna be?
The easy way or the hard way? The easy way hurts much less.
Yo, stop your yappin' and get down here, you skinny little fucker!
Yes! The hard way it is!
One, two, three, four, five...
Where's Falka?
Falka, the highly-skilled one, where is she?
No?
Is she hiding?
I'll be right down.
Let's kill this freak.
We're almost there, Kelpie.
Keep going!
Let the music... play.
Reef!
Come on.
- You've gotta get through me first. - Ah.
That's a lot to get through.
Ah!
Reef!
Asse! No.
Come on, little mice.
Think of Brehen. Huh?
He'd want you to do better, wouldn't he?
Not to die like a dog!
Giz!
It's okay.
It's all right. It's over.
All right.
Where is Falka?
Tell me where she is, and I'll let you live.
We are the Rats of the marshes
- Come on. - We are
- The Rats of the marshes, we are... - They're all dead. No one will know.
What?
Fuck!
What the fuck was that?
Huh?
Where is Falka?
Huh?
Hmm?
Where is your...
...special little friend?
You're dying, do you know that?
Will she come for you?
Oh, it's her. I get to complete the set.
Falka.
We meet at last.
Well, come on then.
Oops.
So close.
If your friends had fought like you, maybe they'd still be alive.
Yes!
You're about to die here,
but you don't fear it, do you?
Who is this Falka
who doesn't fear death?
Cirilla...
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Oi. Don't go soft on me now.
Mmm?
You've got the skill, but you don't have the stomach for battle.
Hmph.
This is how you die.
In your own piss and shite
and your blood and guts.
Whoo!
Rest is for the wicked!
You fought well, my friend. Let's go.
- Try and get some rest. - Yeah.
Be proud.
Good job today.
How is she?
She lost the child.
How is she?
Oh, she'll recover.
Fully.
Is she travelling with you?
- For as long as she'll have us. - Hmm.
Thank you.
Oh, we should be thanking you.
If it weren't for you and your friends, we'd all be dead.
Or wearing black and gold today.
Not only you saved me, you saved our queen.
Queen Meve of where?
The Kingdom of Lyria and Rivia.
Who risks his life not knowing who he's fighting for?
There'll be feasting tonight!
- This him? - It is, Your Grace.
Rise for Queen Meve.
No.
Whatever happens next, they're staying by my side.
You led the charge in defense of the bridge?
We did.
What possessed you to do such a thing when I could not convince my own men?
Just seemed to happen.
"Seemed to happen"?
I know the feeling. Some son of a bitch smacked me in the face.
That just seemed to happen too.
What's your name?
Geralt.
Geralt from where?
Nowhere, really.
Well, that will not do.
You speak the oath. I am toothless.
Kneel.
Aye.
For outstanding valor in a fight for a just cause, I...
Meve,
by grace of the gods, the Queen of Lyria and Rivia,
by my power, right, and privilege dub you a knight.
Bear this blow.
- Don't look at me. Look at him. - Shirk not away from pain.
- As you would not from honor. - Never mind, let me do this.
Best part of my job.
Don't tell him I said this,
but he's wanted to be a knight ever since we first met.
- A white knight, and now he is. - He always was, I think.
Sh!
Stay in the moment, you dolts.
May you always remember the cause for which you fight...
...and those you have sworn to protect.
Serve us faithfully, Sir Geralt of Rivia,
with courage and valor,
with allegiance to me,
and only me.
In the days ahead...
and for all of time.
Fuck.
Mistle?
Pickled Rats!
Oi, keep her eyes on me.
Else it'll be your head in the barrel.
No!
The last one.
No!
There is a way, my Lord,
to accelerate our path to Ithlinne's prophecy,
but it is dangerous.
I grow weary of your theatrics, Xarthisius.
Show me.
A truly magnificent specimen for you.
Largest and most brutish I have ever seen.
Oh yes.
You'll do very nicely.
There is someone you need to find for me.
Someone who stands between me and my daughter.
My destiny.
Whose will is as great as my own.
Let me give you a sample of his stench.
Give it to me.
Here.
Find Geralt of Rivia.
I trust no man or beast or god
Just the light of silver sword
Through portals torn And kingdoms felled
I hunt where only shadows dwell
No crown or coin can trust survive
The only truth is forged in fire