The Witcher: My Heart Will Always Recognize You

by DaWitcher

Geralt of Rivia has started anew in Kovir with his lover, the sorceress Triss Merigold. Their lives full of love & new adventures, yet each must contend with the dangers of their past. They'll endure the tortures of longing when they're apart. He'd take contracts more from habit, returning to her embraced. Friends are reunited, new love bloom and scars thought healed are reopened..

36. Lady of the Grove

Chapter 36: Lady of the Grove

March 4, 1276, Morning.

The morning dew still covered the grass as they made their way through the grove towards the great house. Behind the bushes deep in the forest they heard voices and the sound of the other druids going through the morning customs. Birds flew from tree top to tree top chirping their morning songs; others searched the garden floor for worms. A thick smoke hung over the log cabin near the great house; the moss covered rooftops and the forest appeared more lush and greener in the morning light. They crossed the stream stepping on the small boulders that dotted the path. Triss watched the falling leaves being carried away by the cool running stream, another swirled in the small whirlpool, then vanished beneath the water. All around them, the sound of twigs breaking, the smell of the smoke, the sweet soft sounds of the flowing water made her smile. The forest was alive with noise and smells of dawn. It almost felt like summer, even the air, the scent of wildflowers reminded her of summer.

"What's the matter, Geralt?"

"That's it, nothing."

"This place is beautiful. Stop looking so depressed. Try to relax... we should enjoy the calm here while we can."

"Everyone's already awake and we're late."

"Is that all witcher, or are you worried someone would see us?"

"No… it's just, there's something about this place. You've noticed it too, haven't you?"

"I have. I'm able to sleep well, for the first time since… I slept without having nightmares about that day." Triss answered, taking the witcher by the arm and pulling him forward. "Let's go."

They started walking again and quickly reached the great house. The large oak tree growing at its center cast a shadow across the ground around. The pale gray walls were made with different shaped stones and timber. Two large entry doors were flanked by two equally large windows. Triss pushed open the door and entered. The room radiated with the warmth of the hearth and echoed with the flaminika's laughter as she chased Rosina around. Visenna ceased giving chase. She stood and sighed, Triss and Geralt were standing there watching them.

"Greetings." Triss spoke, just as the heavy door closed behind them.

"Greetings my dear." The flaminika answered.

"I hope the children weren't too much trouble for you."

"No trouble at all. They're well mannered and inquisitive… your girls." Visenna said, tucking her hair.

"They are." Triss replied.

"So, Rosi runs from you too?" Geralt said.

"She does… like you… when you were just a boy… but she's much faster" Visenna replied with a small smile.

She wiped her hands on the skirt of her gown, her hair was worn loosely flowing down her shoulders and back.

"Can't remember… after the trials we lost most of our early memories. I have recollections, bits and pieces... scents from a distant past. Don't know if they're from when I was a boy or the last time we met."

"I see." The druid smiled looking at them. "I remember you used to play wildly and like you, your daughter is quite strong…"

"She's headstrong." Geralt replied.

"Yes… but she behaves when she needs to."

"Geralt didn't?"

"No, he was a good boy." The druid answered.

"It's hard to imagine him as a young boy." Triss said lightly. "What was he like?"

"Ah yes… Geralt knew how to tug on my heart strings." Visenna replied.

Triss laughed. She turned and looked at Geralt but the witcher showed no emotion. Rosina grabbed the druid's leg and peakes out looking at her parents.

"Hi there." Triss said, calling to her. She smiled back. "How was she?"

"Perfect…" Visenna answered. "She can be a bit rough and she fears nothing at all."

"She learned it from Ciri."

"It's a curious thing…" The druid said, moving aside.

"What is?"

"Animals flock to her and her eyes turn when she shows her magic..."

"Mmhmm. She's always been that way. I am too." Triss replied.

"Maybe she'll be polymorph?" Geralt chimed in. He went to his knees, and Rosina hurried to him.

"I don't think so…" Visenna said. "...her eyes are merely her mutations. As she grows, you'll see more of them."

"We've gotten glimpses of her abilities. I was overcome with joy when we found out I was carrying her, but I was also terrified. Afraid of how much my body could endure after what we'd already gone through."

"It's not an easy thing."

"No, it isn't. We always knew if we were successful some of Gerslt's mutations would be passed down to our child… it was only natural. He's a witcher afterall, but Rosi's abilities aren't just her eyes, Visenna. She heals quickly… every cut, every bruise or scrape vanishes within the day and barely leaves a scar. She learned to crawl very early, then walked before most children would stand and take their first steps…"

"I noticed." Visenna said. She'd already examined and observed the child. "It takes a great deal to upset her. How does she tolerate pain?"

"I don't know. It isn't something I'd like to find out. The thought of something or someone hurting her makes my stomach knot."

"Naturally. You're her mother. Every part of you wants to protect her.".

"Every part of my being and still I feel so inadequate."

"Nonsense." The druid laughed. "You've done a fine job. She'll be a year soon, yes?"

"Mmhmm, in two days. Before we leave for Lan Exeter."

"Well then. Can I have her for the day? Grant me this small thing… you can have her after."

"What are you planning to do?"

"Nana's prerogative."

"Is that so?" Triss smiled. There was something sincere in the druid's voice. "Alright, I won't pry."

"Where's Millie and Gretka?"

"They're in the garden with Aisha…" The flaminika replied.

"And Ciri? How is she doing?"

"She's still sleeping. I changed her bandages before she laid down to rest, but when she wakes, I'll look at her wound again. The soiled bandages have to be changed twice a day and she's going to need something strong for the pain."

"I'll see to it then when she wakes up." Triss answered. Her gaze followed Visenna as the flaminika walked toward the fireplace. Buried beneath the floor, the hearth had a small stone chimney tucked in the wall. She could smell the boiling tea leaves. "Thank you... for taking care of Ciri's injuries… for..."

"You're very welcome, child."

"Mama?" Rosina squealed. She reached for Triss and the sorceress leaned in and kissed her cheek. She pulled them both into her body knowing Geralt's eyes would be on her and their child, so she alone noticed the druid's eyes as she steadied herself.

"What's this… she smells like scented oils." Triss whispered. The air too held the heavy scent of fragrant oil.

"She spilt a vial and doused herself in it."

"How?" Geralt asked. He took another whiff of Rosina's body and his face softened even more when she pushed his face away.

"The girl is very observant and she's your daughter…" Visenna answered.

'"What happened?"

"She watched me put a drop of it on my hair and when I wasn't looking, climbed up and poured the entire vial all over herself."

"Rosi, how could you?" Triss whispered, laughing. "We left you with Lady Visenna and you caused mischief? I hope she didn't spill all of it."

"She was wonderful. She wouldn't sleep while I cared for Cirilla so we stayed up together until I was finished."

"So she kept you up all night, then spilled your perfume?"

"She's only a child… it's been years since I've cared for someone so young." Visenna replied. "...besides, it's only oils… I'll make more later."

"I can help, if you don't mind the company… I'm very handy with potions and fragrances." Triss said.

"Do you jest? I'd enjoy the company." She smiled, then she walked towards the fire. "Are you hungry… I've prepared something…there's also tea on the fire."

"We're famished and I could use the tea."

"Come then, sit down."

Geralt handed Rosina over to Triss then gently slipped his hand away. They followed the flaminika to the stone fireplace. She sat, but Geralt remained standing, his eyes never strayed as Visenna checked the teapot. He tried to speak but the words would not form.

'Sit Geralt. It will take time.' She reached out and took his hand and coaxed him to sit beside them. A moment later Visenna brought them a tray with two bowls of soup, bread, cheese, dried fruits and a cut of roasted pork. She set it on a small trestle table before them, then placed a jug of warm wine with two cups beside it. Triss broke a piece of bread and set it aside, then she pulled a small piece of the meat and tasted it before feeding Rosina. She tore another piece and with her eyes still on their child she fed it to Geralt.

"Hey!" She smiled, pulling her hand away. "You bit me."

"You missed my mouth." He answered, with an inward laugh, taking the meat from between her fingers into his mouth.

He watched as she nibbled the remnant of spices from her fingers. Her eyes strayed to Visenna looking at them over the brim of her cup as Geralt pulled a small portion of meat and brought it to her lips. She took a small bite and the witcher put the rest in his mouth.

"Do you like it?" Visenna asked. She took another sip of tea from her cup.

"Yes." Triss answered. She took a cut of cheese and bit it. The aroma of modest seasoning and the satisfying taste lingered. She took a drink of water, then quietly watched as Geralt ate.

"It's good." He said, before eating a handful of dried fruits.

Beyond the fireplace a pair of doors lead to the inner sanctums. Around them the roots of the tree grew along the walls as though it held the entire weight of the great house. The stream flowed through the roots and rocks beneath them. Sunlight spilled into the room through the circular hole in the roof where the bole of the tree protruded skyward.

"I have to fetch some more water." Visenna said. She set down her cup then collected an empty clay jug from the corner.

Geralt sat quietly, his face hardened with a sudden apprehension, but his hesitation was broken by a small gentle nudge. He looked down and Triss had taken his hand in hers.

"Say something." She whispered.

"What's there to say?" The witcher replied. The calmness in her eyes was reassuring.

'I don't have the answers you need, Geralt but I know what you're feeling. You're filled with emotions even though you try your hardest to keep them hidden. Go and help… you can talk to her. Doesn't matter what you say… just don't forget to listen.' She said, speaking with him through her thoughts, before uttering the last of her words. "...this is something you need to do."

Though at a distance Visenna could hear them. Suddenly, the pain of everything the druid felt was evident, yet she kept it hidden behind her lingering stare. She walked slowly towards the door and opened it.

"Go Geralt. Don't spoil the moment brooding about the past. She is still your mother, you'll know what to say."

"Let me help." He finally said, taking a long deep breath before standing. Triss knew Visenna had been listening. Geralt offered to carry her jug but the flaminika gestured with her head pointing to the others in the corner. He collected one and followed her out.

"I feel awful." Cirilla's voice came from behind them. "Good morning." She said,

"You don't fool me, Ciri. I know you were there listening." Triss answered. "Come here…sit down."

Cirilla walked over and sat.

"You were gone all night." She yawned.

"Good morning love… how are you feeling... are you still in pain?"

"A lot, but it's not intolerable.."

"Did you manage to sleep at all?"

"Only for a bit. The druid woman cared for me through the night. She gave me medicine for the pain." Cirilla answered. She clenched her side, leaning slightly to find a comfortable position. "Where did you and Geralt go? Eh, nevermind…"

"We slept out there." Triss laughed quietly.

"Oh."

"Lay down so I can examine you." Triss said calmly. She put Rosina down on the floor and took a knee beside the bench. "Lie still."

The enchantress opened Cirilla's blouse and brushed her belly. She winced, gripping the old wooden bench.

"Did that hurt you?"

"No, your hands are cold."

"Sorry." Triss replied. She briskly rubbed her hands together to warm them. "I need you to take a deep breath, this might sting a bit."

Cirilla obeyed. She groaned when the sorceress untied and unwrapped the bandages from her body, then sniffed her wounds.

"How does it look?"

"It isn't infected. The medicine... what did you call her... 'druid woman? The medicine she used seems to be working."

"Yes... well I don't know her name." Cirilla replied, then rolled her eyes.

"She's called Visenna." Triss replied. She tucked the old soiled bandages into a pile on her lap. "...It's healing nicely. Visenna's remedy is good… it's going to leave a scar unless you don't want it, then I'll remove it."

"No… and I prefer your medicines… it doesn't taste terribly bitter and you're gentler. Argh…" She barked as the enchantress rechecked her wounds.

"I didn't mean to be so rough."

"I take it back… that hurts."

"I'm sorry." Triss smiled.

"You did it on purpose."

"I'd never." Triss replied. She gently ran her hand over Cirilla's skin, then with her finger she applied ointment on the wound before using a bit of magic to soothe the pain. "There, that should help. Still, you should still take it easy for a while. Sit up… careful or your wound could open up again."

"Ow, it stings."

"It does, but it's good for the skin... the pain will subside and the area will feel numb for a while." Triss said. She wrapped the wound, then secured the bandage with a small knot. "Is that too tight?"

"I can't feel anything." Cirilla whispered. She laid back down on the bench without opening her eyes or moving a muscle as the sorceress threw the old bandage into the fire. "Argh!" She grunted, rolled to her side.

"What happened?" Triss asked, turning her attention back to them. Rosina was standing beside the bench with a guilty look on her face. "Why did you scream like that? What did she do now or are you just trying to frighten me to death?"

"The little witch pulled my hair and scratched my face." Cirilla replied. She pinched Rosina on the cheek.

"Rosi, that isn't very nice." Triss said, looking at the child who made a face. It was a precursor to tears.

"Oh oh, she's going to cry."

"Serves her right, that was mean."

"Are you really fighting with your sister again? She's barely old enough to understand what she's done."

"We're not fighting…" Cirilla smiled. She took Rosina into her arms and stood.

"I blame you for her behavior. She's doing the things you do… remember when you had her looking for you… and then you kept startling her? She looked so frightened… but you thought it was funny."

"She loved it."

"Did she?" Triss asked, as Cirilla lifted Rosina high above her head, then lowered her wincing.

"Wow, she's gotten big."

"Yes she has gotten big, now give her to me before you hurt yourself. Sit down and rest. As for her behavior, we know where she learned it. She plays so rough because you're that way with her."

"I resent that."

"Do you?"

"Ov vo." Rosina repeated what she'd heard, digging her fingers into Cirilla's face.

"Haha, see? She said she loves me." Cirilla laughed. She buried her face on Rosina's belly and her laughter rolled out in small giggling fits. "...we've already made peace."

"Wonderful. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?"

"No."

"Are you hungry?"

"A little."

"Give her here, I'll get something from the table for you to eat."

"But we're not done playing."

"You can play with her after you've eaten something. Eat or I'll hold you down and force you to." Triss said. She kissed Cirilla on the forehead. "You're going to stop fighting with each other. Look at the scratches on your face."

"Ha, that's what sisters ought to do." Cirilla answered with a smile.

"Right. You're making her wild, you know?"

"Pfft." Cirilla scoffed. She handed Rosina over, then sat down, grasping her side almost breathless. "Triss."

"Yes."

"Where's everyone?"

"Geralt is with Visenna fetching water, Gretka and Millie are out in the forest with the other druids."

"Last night, she was speaking to Geralt. I pretended to be sleeping."

"You were eavesdropping?"

"No… eh, yes but I didn't do it deliberately and I didn't hear it all. I was still groggy."

"Ciri…?"

"What?"

"You're bleeding again. Lay down, let me look at that." Triss said. She placed the food aside, then turned her attention to Cirilla. The enchantress gently pried the bandage away to get a better look, then sighed. "It's bleeding, Ciri. I told you to take it easy."

"I know… I know."

"Sit up and eat." She whispered, helping Cirilla up.

Cirilla took the tray and started to eat. "So, who is she?" She asked.

"Visenna?"

"Mmhmm."

"She's Geralt's mother."

"What?"

"I know… I wasn't expecting this… and I'm certain there's an emotional story to be told. Some things only heal with time and those two will need time. They'll have a lot to talk about, so we're going to give them some space."

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Elsewhere in the druid's grove, Geralt followed Visenna along the narrow footpath. Atop of the rock cropping a milky white brocade of water flowed down along the stoneface. The rushing sound of the water grew louder as the path neared the waterfall. The sounds of the grove grew quieter, drowned out by the tranquil sound of water as they went deeper into the forest. He could hear the druid's heart beating steadily, her breathing was slow and heavy. He watched as she stepped into the stream taking great care not to slip as she tried to cross it. Geralt shifted the jug to free his right hand.

"Here." He offered and Visenna took his hand to steady her steps.

"Be careful when you cross Geralt, the water moves quickly here." She said, as he stepped into the stream behind her.

The water felt cold, the rocks beneath their feet were smoothed, every jagged edge worn away by the current and passage of time. The stream was shallow and clear, only reaching just below her knees. She reached the other side and let go of his hand, then she offered and took the jug from him. When their eyes met she sensed his hesitation. A thousand questions plagued his mind and yet he'd let them go unanswered for the moment.

"Geralt?"

"Hmm." He answered.

"You must have questions?" Visenna said, but the witcher said nothing.

They reached the top of outcropping where the water flowed into a pond and vanished over the edge. The sound of the waterfall was loudest where he stood. Visenna stepped through the pond towards the connecting stream and held the opening of the jug in the flow filling it.

"Do you ever think about... how you gave me up to become a witcher?" Geralt asked. The words escaped his mouth before he could silence them in his thoughts.

"There's not a day that passes when I don't think about you, Geralt." Visenna whispered. A sudden sadness clouded her features. She stood, let the jug rest against her feet, then ran the back of her hand across her brow. The cool water rolled along her arm and trickled on her face. "Listen... what do you hear?"

"The rushing water, the soft breeze, but no birds or animals."

"The forest is peaceful here. Each day I visit this place and you're never far from my thoughts. I can sense the conflict brewing inside you." The flaminika said. "I knew meeting this way after so many years would bring us both pain and yet after the child was born I could not prevent it."

"Do you remember when our paths crossed?"

"Yes, you were wounded."

"You found me. I remember you treated my wounds. I passed out, and when I woke up, you were gone."

"When I finished tending to your wounds there was naught left for me to do. The danger had passed, staying would hurt you further." She whispered.

"You could have stayed, talked, I had questions… suddenly, you're here again… the scents in that room made me remember your face and voice."

"Had I stayed with you, it would have only caused us more pain, Geralt."

"Nothing's changed, you are just as I know, when Ermion told Triss about this place he never mentioned you were the flaminika of this circle."

"Because… I told him not to speak of me to you. I feared you would not come if you knew I was here, Geralt." Visenna replied. Her face held an ugly frown.

"Why?"

"You're right to be angry and think me heartless."

"Not angry and I don't think you're heartless. Triss and I came because Ermion and the druids of Skellige said we could find more help for Rosina's condition here but meeting you again is..."

"Emotional…, I know. And don't say witchers have no emotion. You are my son."

"Yeah… it's not what I expected or I'd prepared myself."

"Agreed. You and I have so much to talk about."

"I have so many questions, but now I'm not sure if I want to hear the answers to them."

"There are so many things I too want to know and tell you. I want to hear about your life, all of it. We'll have the time to talk."

"Meeting you again… it's like I'm pinned underneath a chort… and can't breathe..." Geralt murmured.

"Well, you need not worry, Geralt. I'm not a chort."

He gave her a quiet stare, staying quiet for a moment to think.

"Triss said she spoke with you about Rosi's afflictions…"

"Yes, we've talked about the child, but she hasn't got an affliction. Your daughter is not cursed..."

"Then…"

"Did you not think what sort of magic a child born to a powerful mage like your woman and a witcher like you could possess? I've always known you could be a powerful sorcerer if you had the proper training. Triss should have warned your child would be born with powerful magic. There's always a price."

"I've never asked myself those things and if I had those questions in the past, they disappeared the moment I heard Rosi's heartbeat."

"And now?"

"Now my only concerns are for them. She needs Triss."

"And you need them." The druid said. Geralt looked at her again, this time his eyes looked dejected.

"We'll find the answers to everything else along the way." He said stepping into the water downstream from where she was standing. "Will you help us?"

"Will I? Yes. Can I? It's not that simple. The child is powerful and unpredictable."

"You know everything that's happened to Triss."

"Yes." Visenna answered, "She believes the curse meant to kill her, passed to your daughter. She is terrified of losing what she has… she's cautious and barely holding herself together."

"Triss is that way because of things that happened in the past. We know Rosi's magic will only get stronger as she grows." Geralt said. He held the jug beneath the waterfall and filled it.

"That much is certain yet so much remains uncertain." Visenna replied, setting the jug on the ground. She sat by the water's edge. The sunlight drenched the trees, water, and stones around them. "Come, let me see you."

He stood, walked over to where the druid was sitting, then placed the filled jug beside the first and took a seat. The small breeze carried hers and the scents of the grove towards him. The smell of her perfume and the oil she used on her hair made him calm.

"What?" The flaminika asked with a sudden smile.

"Just now, the scent of your perfume... I remember it from a long time ago..."

"It's been many years and you were only still a boy. How can you remember such things after the witcher trials?"

"We lost some memories… others are in fragments, but that scent is hard to forget."

"Geralt…" Visenna said. As she began to speak, her voice cracked into a whisper. Her own words threatened her usual composure. She knew every word she uttered going forward would reopen old wounds and it wasn't long before she came to tears. "I know you do not love me. You have cause and I cannot fault you for it, but you're my son… you were never far from my heart."

"I don't know if what I say means anything. Can't say how or what I feel, except … I could never hate you..." He turned to look at her and the druid's hands quickly came up. She held his face, then took the witcher's head against her body and embraced him. For a moment, he put his arms around her and relaxed.

"Forgive me."

"Nothing to forgive." Geralt replied. "The past is the past… we can leave it there."

"Thank you." Visenna whispered, letting him go. She lifted her hand and touched his face again. "You look worried."

"Yeah… a lot has happened... Triss blames herself for this. Keira said we are fortunate she's alive… Sigo's spell was meant to kill her. The truth is, the memory of watching her slowly fade still haunts me. I thought I'd lose her and I wasn't prepared for that. They managed to lift the curse, but that fear never left."

"You love her…" Visenna said. "Did you know she was heavy with a child when she went to fight the mage?"

"No… she wasn't well, we assumed it was a side effect of the treatments. Triss's been sick before; her body doesn't tolerate potions so it's hard to treat herself with the usual remedies so she uses amulets and that sort of thing. Not many mages can best her but I'd have never let her out of my sight if I knew she was carrying our child. Beroe that we'd been suffering Rita's and Keira's treatments… the sessions were agonizing… it left her exhausted and unable to fully control magic… during one treatment she opened portals to every bog and monster lair.. it became too dangerous… I asked her to stop using magic for a while."

"And she agreed?"

"Mmhmm. We weren't sure if the treatments would take and it never crossed our minds how her... our bodies would change. Rita said if there were changes, they wouldn't be permanent… my mutations reverse everything and Triss wouldn't be able to tolerate many more treatments."

"When did you know it had worked?"

"Moments after they lifted the curse. It was the first time I heard Rosi's heartbeats. They think Rosi protected Triss."

"Makes sense, you know how curses work. They are curiously specific… such spells only harm the one they're meant for. Triss must have known or suspected she was with child. It's possible the curse failed because she was protecting her child."

"How? I know Triss can be reckless but she'd never risk that…"

"Instincts, she protected the child and it protected her. Well, it doesn't matter… your daughter is not afflicted, she's just a strong source."

"So how do we keep her safe from herself? Even Ciri still hasn't mastered full control of her abilities, she's learned a lot but it also took a lot. With Rosi, it's different. Sometimes it's as if she can feel what we feel."

"She does."

"Rosi is still a baby, she's not old enough to start teaching."

"Yes… small steps, Geralt. Cirilla is grown up and she isn't as volatile."

"Could argue that, you haven't seen what Ciri can do. Her powers are terrifying."

"Perhaps, but she has some control. Your daughter can't be confined forever. She's too young and has your witcher traits. That concerns me more."

"Meaning?"

"Confining her magic could harm her… I fear her bonds to you and Triss are too strong and cannot be easily severed… not without causing harm."

"What then?"

"I'll do what I can." Visenna whispered. "She'll be alright."

"Hmm." Geralt sighed. His silence shifted her gaze to him. Her eyes revealed her many regrets.

"We will see what become, Geralt. Come, we should be going back before your woman grows concerned." Visenna said. She stood, took the jug and carried it against her body.

"Let's stay a while longer." Geralt replied.

"Alright." The druid placed the jug on the ground, then sat. Her smile was subtled, as she gazed upon his weary face. "You're still worried."

"Still."

"Do not be." Visenna replied. "Sit still, I want to try something."

"What is it?"

"Be still." Visenna commanded. She whispered a spell to raise a magic veil around them, blocking him from all magical connections. There was a sudden howling gust of the wind; the leaves rustled violently, then her barrier shimmered, then crackled and faded.

"What is that?"

"I hid you from your woman…and daughter..."

"I felt Rosi... it was strong, like..."

"That is your daughter's magic." The flaminninka replied. She took a deep breath then drew from the power of the grove casting a second, more powerful spell to shield them again. Suddenly, he felt Rosina's magic forcefully smashing at her barrier. The forest came alive, the birds sang panicked songs then it fell silent. He felt Rosina's unrest and it unsettled him.

"What did you do?"

"I hid you from her, to see how strong your bond is to the child." Visenna answered. "You can feel it can't you?"

"Mmhmm… she was frightened…"

"Expected… the child's magic removed my spell. Her powers are amplified when she's scared or perhaps when you or the others are in danger."

"I'm not in any danger here."

"You're not, but she is only a child…"

"How far can she sense us?"

"Can't say for certain. Magic is amplified here."

"Yeah, I noticed."

"If her magic is not nurtured properly, she could be lost... she must be guided and taught to control her emotions. You and Triss need to keep her far from mages who want to use her for her powers."

"Not going to let that happen." Geralt muttered.

"Be calm, Geralt. Nothing's for certain… they're merely possibilities. You and Triss will help your daughter find her own path." Visenna said. "She is the better part of you both."

"She is." The witcher replied throatily. "Didn't know what I'd find here."

"Do you think me a monster for leaving you?"

"Why do you ask questions you already know the answer to?"

"Curiosity." She answered. "Did you think I do not love you, Geralt?"

"I didn't choose the life I was given. The life of a witcher is solitary… endless time to think about what could have been… how it should be, but I never dwell on it. Witchers are scorn and feared… sometimes the monikers we earned are deserved, other times they're given because of ignorance… but mostly fear. People see us as no better than the monsters we kill for coiin... never fully welcome here or there… never wanted or needed except to kill monsters or be killed. When the deed is done we take the coin we're owed and be on our way. If we die on the hunt our names are forgotten and wherever we fall becomes our resting place. If we're fortunate another witcher comes along, stumbles on our bones and buries them. Our swords become grave markers."

"Listen to me Geralt, you'll never be forgotten so easily."

"Never felt angry at my lot but every witcher has been there. When we're faced with our mortality we all ponder our life for what it is… how it could have been."

"Do you wish you'd been given a different fate… a better fate?"

"Better? No… never questioned my lot. Things always seem to go the way they go. Won't say it was always easy or even good… still it's never been all bad, but with Triss, here in Kovir it's better… the last few years I spent a lot of time looking for Ciri… I finally found her, taught her everything I know and then she set out on the path. She's become a witcher and I promised Triss I'd put down my sword so she wouldn't have to worry. After Triss got hurt Ciri came to Kovir and decided to stay… they grew closer again... like two peas in a pod. We have Rosi, Gretka and Millie too… we'll find our peace, someday."

"Fate is not always kind. It's a cruel tapestry woven for us all."

"Hmm" Geralt Replied.

He and Visenna sat quietly for a moment, then she spoke, breaking the silence.

"The children. How did they come into your care?"

"War makes orphans. The north is teeming with children orphaned by the war between Nilfgard and Redenia. Some time ago while looking for Ciri, I took a contract for a beast terrorizing a village. When I arrived, the place was a gruesome sight… all the villagers had been killed. Butchered actually. I sniffed around a bit and..."

"Bandits?"

"No. A witcher called Gaetan… of the school of the cat. The villagers wanted to rid themselves of the monster, but they never intended to give him the coin. When the time came to pay the villagers lured him to the barn and tried to murder him. Stuck a pitch fork in his chest, but he didn't die. In anger, he drew his sword and cut down the entire village. Women, children, no one was spared except Mille. I found her hiding among the corpses. I followed the bloody tracks Gaetan left and found him… we talked. He spared Millie because she reminded him of his sister…"

"By the gods the child watched her family be murdered. What did you do to the other witcher?"

"Mmhmm. I couldn't bring myself to kill him. What he did was terrible, but I know what he felt. Experienced the pitch fork in the gut before. Not a pleasant way to go. I went back for Millie. Then carried her on my shoulders to the nearby town. Left her there with a woman she said was her aunt… her coin and went on my way." Geralt continued.

"And Gretka?"

"Ciri found Gretka lost in the woods in Velen. Her parents had given her up. Too many mouths to feed. Parents who didn't have enough sent their children on the trail of treats for the Crones… Ladies of the Woods they called them. They take in the orphans and fatten them up like cattles the kill and eat..."

"Enough…. foul creatures, these sisters of the bog."

"Mmhmm. Ciri took Gretka and left her with the Baron's family. The wild hunt was on her heels. She went to Novigrad to find Triss, but had to flee before she managed it. Triss and I had been in Kovir for a while… when she learned about Millie she wanted her to come to Kovir, to be with us… Gretka too. So we traveled to Velen. Millie's aunt had passed and the villagers abandoned her. Gretka was still at Crow's Perch. We took them to Novigrad; things had gotten worse in the city. When witch hunters ambushed Ciri… Triss intervened, nearly losing her eyesight in that fight. We left the city for Kovir and took the children back with us."

"Penance?"

"No… just how we imagined our life together. Surrounded by children."

"I've heard the tales of the witches of Velen and their vile sorcery. Stay clear of the weird sisters."

"Would have, then I found out they tried to kill Ciri. Wanted to butcher and eat her because of her blood. Couldn't let them live."

"You killed them?"

"The Brewess and the Whispess met their ends on Ciri's sword at the sabbath. Weavess got away with Visemir's medallion. Later, Ciri tracked her down and killed her, then took back the medallion."

"You took Cirilla to the sabbath? That was foolish. Why? What were you thinking?"

"Heh." Geralt laughed inwardly.

"What?"

"Triss reacted the same way when she learned Ciri and I went to the sabbath to avenge Vesemir's death."

"As any caring mother would." Visenna replied. "So, Visemir is gone?"

"Yeah, killed by Imlerith. I've seen death on the path, but the old man's death was hard to accept, especially for Lambert."

"Lambert?"

"A witcher… a brother."

"It's hard watching life snuffed from the ones we care for. How did he die?"

"He died at Kaer Morhen protecting Ciri from the wild hunt. He'd say there's no better death for an old witcher. We all knew it could happen to any of us..." Geralt said. "...still, seeing him die like that… Ciri lost control of her powers. If it wasn't for the Elven mage Avallach, she could have killed us all."

"She's a child of the Elder Blood. Her powers are unknown. What did you do with Imlerith?"

"Dead… I killed him. After we defeated the hunt, things were calm for a while. I took a few contracts in Toussaint, then Triss got tired of waiting for me to join her in Kovir so she came and collected me. Life was… no, we have a good life together in Kovir. Before the war followed, my biggest worry was being scolded by Triss as she patched up my wounds."

"Why did Triss agree to have Rosina?"

"Hmm... we started having these dreams… the same dream every night… even when we were apart... I was on a hunt… Triss was off doing something for the mages… whenever we slept… we'd share the same dream. Like seeing fra…

"Fragments of your future..." Visenna finished the sentence.

"Yeah." Geralt looked up. "Can't say how, but we knew Rosi was ours. The rest you know from talking to Triss."

The druid's eyes were fixed on him and though he noticed, she did not avert her gaze. His eyes were content and hers bore some relief. They'd reunited; with time they could rekindle a small bit of what was lost. She thought as he stood and took the jug and rested it high on his shoulder.

"You and your woman have been through a lot."

"Yeah, quite the journey."

"And how is she?"

"Triss is restless sometimes."

"Yes, I sensed how chaotic her mind is… she's impossible to read."

"She cares too much about the state of the world, her fellow mages and the political affairs of the northern kingdoms."

"Rightly so. She is the mage advisor to Kovir's king. You have enemies and she knows what's at stake. Even now, her mind is here; she's worried about your daughter, Cirilla, you and the girls."

"She always had this lingering fear that the peace in Kovir wouldn't last. She'd talk about it… said something was bound to happen so we should enjoy the time we had. She believed Emhry or Radovid would set their sights on Kovir's riches... too many egos had been bruised by the mages, things like that. It was calm for a while, I almost didn't want to believe it. But the calm vanished with the first attempt on her life. Tried to poison her… then tried again… Sigo almost succeeded." We miss the calm.

"Calm will return when the politics and this war is settled. She burdened her mind with the troubles of others, but she's balanced. She's also shrewd in her actions with the council."

"Hmm…" Geralt said, giving a half suppressed laugh.

"Why do you laugh?" Visenna asked.

"I'm thinking." He answered. His expression was dull.

"About your woman?"

"You've been reading my mind."

"Your thoughts are very loud. Why don't you tell her your fears… she'll listen. She cares for you no matter what."

"Triss can be reckless when she sets her mind on something… she's also rational. If she's provoked to act, she always sees whatever she starts through. I hate it when she ignores her own safety to help others."

"It troubles you when she puts herself in danger?"

"Yeah." Geralt said quietly. "I remember the morning before the battle in Talgar. Everyone was uneasy, but she carried that calm about her. When the battle turned in Redania's favor, she intervened. During the fighting even the mages weren't spared. In that turmoil and confusion she left her guards and teleported right in the middle of the Radovid's army and held them back. When her guards finally managed to fight their way through and caught up to her, it was pure carnage. I felt helpless racing on horseback to get to her… I kept thinking faster, Roach faster. When I reached her, Triss was surrounded by the corpses of Soldiers brave enough to attack her. The others were too afraid to get close."

"And you reached her?"

"Mmhmm." He smiled looking down. "...she saw me coming. and lifted her hand just before I reached her... she knew I'd come. I grabbed her by her forearm and yanked her onto Roach… nearly dislocated her shoulder... we had to fight our way out, over butchered and charred bodies. It didn't matter how many died, the only thing I cared about at that moment was keeping her safe."

"She's a fine woman, Geralt." Visenna smiled.

"Won't disagree." He mumbled.

"But?"

"No buts… just curious. Most would question the methods the mages use."

"I am a druid, boy. Do you not see it? The affairs of kingdoms affect all the north. Her methods are far from subtle, but Kovir is stable. It has a fine King and he holds the mages' support..." Visenna said. They continued walking along the footpath around the tree. Soon, the garden and great house came into view. "Under your woman's influence the Council and Conclave have gained legitimacy and authority. She knows Kovir cannot appear to hold too much power or Emperor Emhyr may set his armies here."

"It's a difficult position. Radovid's defeat can strengthen Nilfgaad and leave the north open for another invasion. Emhyr's problem won't last forever."

"Yes, and what does Triss think about it?"

"Don't know. Heard Triss talking to another mage. Tancred plans to help Temeria regain some power in the North. Temeria's free armies are fighting with Kovir so it makes sense. She also mentioned some unconfirmed rumors about one Foltest's children being alive, well and in hiding. If the rumors are true, it means the girl is in line for Temeria's crown."

"She shares these things with you?"

"After Foltest's death Triss lost everything. Our lives in Temeria fell apart… my memories were returning, things weren't exactly clear… then we split up. I went looking for Yennefer."

"You left her to find Yennefer… what then?"

"Things didn't work out… Triss went to Novigrad, she was trying to get the mages out when things got bad. I was looking for Ciri and I needed her help. Later, we found Ciri, the wild hunt was on her trail and we needed to be dealt with. Triss had arranged for the mages to flee to Kovir, I didn't know if I'd see her again. Suddenly, I couldn't let her go… I guess I'm saying I realized what I'd always felt."

Visenna smiled. "She took your heart."

Geralt's eyes strayed to her for a moment then forward onto the walking path. "Now Triss tries to keep politics at a distance … she doesn't want me to be involved. Says it's surety, in case things fall apart."

"You're her lover. Forgive me… she is your wife and the two of you are tethered."

"Mmhmm. Things are stressful, Triss is always dealing with something… on her bad days when she voices her frustration aloud I play the quiet listener until she manages to smile again."

"Good man." Visenna replied.

They heard more laughter in the distance as Millie and Gretka came into view. The children were picking herbs and binding them into small bunches. The druidess Aisha sat beneath the tree grinding more herbs in a small stone mortar and pestle.

"What are they doing?"

"Aisha has them gathering herbs. We bind and hang the bundles up to dry by the fireplace and use them in potions and remedies. " The flaminika answered. She was only a few steps behind him.

"They like it here." Geralt said.

"Yes and they're learning much of our ways."

"Mmhmm."

Her attention was focused on the children's voices; they heard screams. Mille had fallen onto the stinging nettle bushes and Gretka was trying to free her from the barbs.

"Are you hurt?" She asked, as pulling the thorny stems away.

Before Geralt could put down the jug, Visenna had set aside hers and hurried past him. She reached the children and went to her knees. Millie held out her hands, fingers splayed. They were stained from the herbs. Her clothes were soiled from her fall, but she didn't brush away the dirt. The flaminika ran her hand along Millie's palm to find the small prickly barbs, then she carefully pluck them out.

"That hurt." She barked, yanking her hand away and retreating.

"We have to remove the barb and it will feel better." Visenna replied.

"What happened?" Geralt asked.

"She fell." Gretka answered.

"Come child, you have to let me see it." Visenna said. She stretched out her hand and took Millie's. "We need to get them out quickly."

"But it hurt." Millie shrieked.

"I know… what were you doing?" The druid asked.

"Gathering herbs for Lady Aisha and playing."

"What herbs were you picking?" The druid asked, already knowing the answer. She'd whiffed the scent of freshly crushed celandine lingering in the air and on her clothes, but she wanted to take Millie's mind off the pain.

"Everything, cept the mandrake, Lady Aisha told us."

"Good. You mustn't touch the mandrake because they're poisonous, understand?" The flaminika used the skirt of her gown and wiped the dirt from Millie's face, then still on her knees plucked a few more thorns from her hand before inspecting them a second time.

"It's alright... there, I'm finished." She said, plucking the last thorn from her finger. She checked Gretka's hand, before leading them to the stream's edge a few steps away. "Put your hands in the water like this and rub…"

They knelt and did as the druid asked. She knelt beside them and held Millie's hands in hers letting the water flow against their skin.

"Better?"

"Mm hmm. Is there magic in the water?"

"No… but the cool water soothes."

"It still hurts." Millie shrieked.

"The thorns have a mild poison on them..." Geralt said. "...not deadly but it'll itch then go numb."

"Forever?"

"No, it'll pass."

"It itches." Gretka asked.

"Hmm…" Visenna examined the children's hands again. She applied an ointment, then pushed herself off the ground gently brushing the dirt from her clothes. "It will help. Come along… I'll get something stronger. Geralt, can you carry—?"

She took the children's hands and led them back towards the great house. Geralt had already collected the jug carrying both by their handles.

"Are you not frightened by magic?" Visenna asked the girls.

"No… not a bit." Each of them answered. "We haven't got a reason to be frightened by magic. Mumpy uses magic a lot, Ciri too."

"Mumpy said ye're the Lady of the woods. What woods are ye the lady of?"

"Mumpy?"

"She means Triss." Geralt said. "Millie calls her that."

"And you? What do you call Triss?"

"Mommy." Gretka answered.

"I see. I am the mistress of this groove. This is the circle of Kovir. It's where we druids live and tend to the animals and the forest."

"Can ye speak to the trees?" Milie asked.

"She can't speak to a tree." Gretka replied.

"No, the trees do not speak… but there are ways to know what they're saying. When there's danger, the forest warns and I can use the vines to protect us."

"With magic?"

"Yes." Visenna answered. She glanced back over her shoulders to see Geralt following a short distance behind them. He'd listened as the flaminika and the children spoke at length but all the while never uttering a word as they walked towards the great house.

"Ye make it rain and make the sun appear?" Millie asked suddenly.

"The sun comes out each day… but I can make it rain if I need to." The druid answered.

"Then it was ye who stopped the snow?" Gretka asked, looking up at the druid.

"Yes."

"Why would ye do that?"

"To keep the forest like it is. The snow still falls out there but not here."

"Whut?"

"A magic barrier. No one can enter without permission. You can't see it, but it's there… just beyond the trees."

"Make it snow again. Ciri promised we can play on the ice when we reach the city."

"You want to skate on the pond?"

"Yes yes yes." They nodded.

"Very well, but it will take me some time. After the morrow I'll let the water freeze, then you can play on the ice."

"We want to see ye do it." Millie said, scratching her hand.

"Ah yes, Triss warned me how eager you are to study magic."

"Ye can teach us."

"It will take a lifetime to learn everything I know, child." Visenna answered. "Try not to scratch... you'll make it worse. I'll make a remedy to stop the itching."

"Ye will?" Millie asked.

"Yes. but it smells dreadful?"

"Yuck!" The children said together.

They reached the great house and Visenna took the children inside. At the far end of the room the fireplace popped and cracked loudly, it's blaze giving the chamber a delightful warmth. Cirilla lay still on a bench carved from one half of a tree trunk.

"You're back." She lifted her head to Visenna's voice as the druid entered.

"Set the water down, Geralt." The druid commanded. "Come children, let me tend to your hands."

"Where's Triss?" He asked.

"In there." Cirilla sat up and pointed to the room. "Zizi had a bit of a magic fit and Triss panicked."

"She's calm now, but she wants her father." Triss said, walking into the room clutching Rosina to her body. She handed the child over and Rosina clung to him, tucking her body against him.

"Millie and Gretka antidotes."

"Why?"

"The child fell on the poison thorns and this one tired to help. She too was poisoned by the barbs." Visenna said.

"Poison?" Triss's voice sharpened. "How?"

"It's nothing that can't be remedied."

"Come here girls… let me see."

Visenna walked towards the window and grabbed a single bunch of herbs from the assortment hanging from the rafter. She crushed the leaves in her palms with oils and applied it generously to Millie's skin. "It should feel better in a moment."

"How did this happen?" Triss asked, inspecting their hands. "They were supposed to be in the garden with Aisha."

"We were… lady Aisha told us to fetch more plants and the lot... then Millie fell in the bush. She wanted to get to Geralt."

"Didn't mean it." Millie shouted.

"I know you didn't… but you girls are not allowed out of our sight anymore before something worse happens to you."

'Triss… stop. I know you're scared…' Visenna called to her. 'The children are fine.'

'You don't know what I'm feeling, Visenna . How could you do that to Rosi? It frightened her. Do you know how awful it was to see her like that?'

'I only wanted to see her connection with you and Geralt. She was never in any danger.'

"I'm scared, mumpy… I can't feel my hands." Millie's voice snapped her back to her senses.

"The feeling will return soon." Triss replied, calming her. She picked Millie up and carried her off towards the fireplace. "Put your head on my shoulder."

"They'll be alright." Visenna said, scrutinizing her affection for the children. She put her hand on the sorceress arm, gently stroking it. "They're safe here. You know I could never harm them.'

She lowered her block allowing Triss to read her thoughts. Her touch felt reassuring. They brewed the antidote together and made the children drink it, then Visenna took Triss and Rosina out into the garden.

Two Days Later...

The flaminika gathered the children around the pond. It was morning. She spoke a spell; there was a sudden surge of magic, then an opening appeared in the barrier above them revealing the sky. Snow began to fall. First in tiny droplets, then enough to cover the ground in a layer of white. She and the other druid cast another spell and slowly froze the water in the pond. At the water's edge, Rosina threw her arms over her head mimicking the movements of her hands. When they finished, the druid closed the barriers and the forest returned to calmness.

"Your granddaughter is a powerful source." Aisha said, walking beside her.

"Magic flows in her." Visenna whispered. She took Rosina into her arms and settled her on her hip. "She'll make a fine druid."

Morning passed quickly, then came midday. Triss sat under the tree watching Gretka, Millie and Cirilla skate on the frozen pond. When they got tired, they threw snow at each other, wetting their clothes. Near the smokehouse Geralt was chopping logs into smaller chunks of firewood and stacking them against the wall. Visenna walked the grounds holding Rosina's hand. The trees cast their shadows along the ground as noonday turned to afternoon and then evening. A calmness settled over the grove. The warmth faded inviting the cool breeze as the forest came alive with the sounds of the crickets and katydids. Gretka and Millie came to her soaking wet from their play, but Visenna told them to leave her to sleep. Across the small flowing stream stood the great house. Inside, the druid had fed and bathed them.

"Triss." The druid called, gently squeezing her shoulders. "Wake up"

She opened her eyes to the druid standing over her. "Oh, it's only you. Is something wrong?"

"No... it's late, come inside."

"It's dark." Triss yawned, stretching her body. "How long have I been asleep?"

"A few hours." The flaminika replied.

"Where are Geralt and the children?" She asked.

"Inside."

"I was dreaming…" Triss said. She took a whiff of the shawl on her shoulder instinctively pulling it around her body. It held Visenna's scent. "Is this yours?"

"Yes… it can get a bit cold." Visenna answered, her hair gently swaying in the breeze.

"Just a moment ago I was watching the girls. Geralt was over there cutting firewood..."

"They were… Geralt and the children wanted to wake you, but you seemed comfortable resting there so I told them to let you sleep a bit."
"So, I wasn't dreaming."

"Nae… come." Visenna said.

Triss stood and brushed the leaves from her gown, then followed Visenna to the great house. They hardly spoke until the chirping melodies of the crickets stopped.

"They've stopped…." Triss whispered.

"They'll start again." Visenna replied.

"They aren't as soothing as the shrills of the cicadas, but I'm beginning to grow fond of this place."

A smile crept on the flaminika's face. They walked past the garden, then crossed the stream and reached the great house. Triss opened the doors and entered. Inside, Geralt and children were sitting around the fireplace. Cirilla scooted aside making room for her to sit. She sat and crossed her legs. The scent of food made her hungry. Visenna prepared a tray of food and placed it in front of her. On it was a half loaf of bread and a small bowl of stew.

"Eat. The children have eaten." The druid insisted, then she pushed the tray closer.

Triss tore off a piece of bread and dipped it in the stew and began to eat while the children listened to Visenna's story about the grove. Millie tucked herself in the sorceress's lap, then dozed to sleep. Moments later, Gretka too began to nod away. Triss looked over at Visenna and the druid closed and opened her eyes to let her know Rosina too had fallen asleep. Cirilla was leaning on her, resting her head on her shoulder. The room was quiet enough to hear her soft snores the moment she drifted to sleep.

"Ciri?"

"Hmm."

"Wake up." Triss said, nudging gently. "Time to go."

"Where?" Cirilla asked.

"Bed." The sorceress replied. She felt the weight of Cirilla's body pressed against hers and turned to look. Cirilla's eyes were closed, she'd fallen back into a restful sleep. Triss nudged her again. "Ciri?"

"Mmm."

"Alright, come on. I know you're tired. It can't be pleasant sleeping against me. You need to lay down on a bed and your bandages have to be changed before you do."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do." Triss answered.

Cirilla nuzzled her face against her shoulder grumbling. "Stop moving will you? I'm comfortable here."

"Ciri." Triss nudged her again, then put her arms around her body.

"Alright, alright, I'm awake." Cirilla groaned, slurring her words. She yawned, stretching herself, then she opened her eyes. The fire had nearly burned itself to a small flame surrounded by embers. "It's not morning."

"No, it's not, baby girl, but I need to replace your bandages and you need to lay down on a proper bed and rest." Triss said.

She stood up and charged Geralt to take Millie, then she led Gretka into the bedroom. Cirilla climbed onto the bed and rested herself near the edge watching as Triss reached out the window and pulled the shutters closed. She laid on her back and closed her eyes lazily. The sorceress blew out the candles leaving one so the room stayed dimly lit. The moonlight seeped through the spaces between the window shutters casting patterns on the bed.

"What's the matter, love?"

"I'm thirsty." Gertka said.

"Alright, I'll get you some water." Triss answered. She took a cup of water from the table and give it to Gretka. "Drink a little."

Gretka drank, then she handed the sorceress the cup. She tucked herself in bed under the covers.

"Ciri?"

"Hmm."

"Lay down and open your shirt." Triss said, shifting the pillow so she coudl rest on it. Cirilla laid on her back lazily and closed her eyes. A moment later, Geralt entered the room carying Rosina over his shoulder.

"Where do you want her?"

"Put her here." Triss replied. She pulled the covers aside and Geralt laid the child down on the bed beside Cirilla. She ran his fingers along her brow and she smiled in her sleep, then the witcher leaned over and planted a kiss her face.

"Is she still sleeping?"

"Mmhmm."

"Then careful not to wake her or she's going to keep us awake all night." Triss said, turning her attention back to Cirilla.

He pushed himself up and off the bed and walked to the door propping his back against the wall as she lifted Cirilla's shirt above her navel to change her babadage.

"How is she?" He asked.

"Her wounds are healing. We shouldn't need to cover them with bandages in a day or so. She just needs to rest."

"I'm fine." Cirilla hissed openeing her eyes, "You both worry too much."

"You're not fine. You look exhausted. Partly because of the medicine and over exertion."

"Truly, I'm fine…"

"Well, I'm done." She pulled down Cirilla's shirt, then tucked aside her hair. "Try to sleep."

"Can you stay a bit?" Cirilla asked, when the sorceress stood to leave.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing... I just wanted you to stay with me… until I fall asleep."

Triss descretly waved Geralt out so they could be along, then she climbed into bed beside her. Cirilla turned and wriggled her body closer to the sorceress's. She tugged on her shirt tightly clutching a handful, then rested her head and shoulder on her lap. She felt the warmth of Triss's hand on her arm then her back. The enchantress cradled her head against her belly parting her ashen hair between her fingers. Her eyes closed, then opened again as she fought sleep, thought each gentle stroke of Triss's fingers she grew closer to it.

"We haven't had time to ourselves as of late, have we?" The enchantress whispered. "I'll tell you what… when we get back to Pont Vanis we'll do something. Geralt will look after the girls. What do you say?"

"Mmhmm."

"Alright. It's settled then, try to get some rest. I'll stay until you sleep."

A moment passed, Cirilla's eyes remained closed and she seemed to sleep until she spoke.

"Triss?"

"Yes."

"Stop torturing yourself..." Cirilla mumbled. "...you did what had to be done.."

"I know Ciri, but it isn't that easy to forget. I can't close my eyes without…"

"I know it's hard, but you've got to try."

"I'm trying, Ciri, I really am."

"Hmm… stay like this… you smell so nice." Cirilla on her shirt.

A few moments later, she was asleep. Triss sighed, letting her mind slip away. She waited until Cirilla had fallen into a deep sleep. The quiet was interrupted by the sound of water being poured from a jug then footsteps leaving the great house. She moved her body letting Cirilla's head fall onto the pillow. The muffled sounds of conversations had stopped. She entered the room, her footsteps went unnoticed as she walked towards the fireplace where Visenna sat alone. By the druid's feet was a basin filled with water. Triss tossed the old bandages she'd removed from Cirilla's body into the fire, then sat opposite the druid.

"How are they?" Visena asked. She looked up for a moment before returning her gaze to the water.

"They're resting."

"Good."

"A moment ago you were performing a form of scrying, weren't you?" Triss asked.

"Yes... hydromancy. A form of it anyway." The flaminika replied.

"I see." Triss whispered. 'Water in a basin... this is Lecanomancy. It isn't the typical hydromancy most mages perform…"

"Yes." Visenna answered. She stirred her hand through the water to muddle the images. "The visions and images are clearer."

"I know. I've used it on occasions."

"Are you alright my dear?"

"So, what did you see?"

"What?"

"I noticed the locks of mine and Rosi's hair you removed from my comb today. I mean I only noticed it because I wasn't picked clean. Mine and Rosi's hair were mostly gone, but the girls and Ciri were left behind. I suspected you were planning to perform some kind of divination but I wasn't sure until this moment..." Triss said softly. "...I know your scryings are about us, so tell me what you saw in those visions."

"I've only seen what you've seen, Triss."

"And? I know how this form of hydromancy works, Visenna. You've seen more than you are leading me to believe."

"So much is uncertain, child." The druid replied. She smiled, then settled herself. "Stop trying to pry my thoughts. You know what I'd say."

"Forgive me." Triss said, she took a long deep breath and let it out. "I didn't mean to intrude. I'm desperate, Visenna, to protect what I have. All I'm able to see are scraps... bits and pieces of our future. Some are pleasant and others so horrifying I don't want to speak about it. Everything is so unclear... I know the images I see aren't a certainty, but all of it makes me more worried."

"Come, sit by me." Visenna said. She outstretched her hand and took Triss's. "What we see are shards… small pieces of a whole. Be calm, you've not lost them and you can't give up so easily. "

"I've made no plans to give up."

"Good." Visenna replied. She removed a periapt from her neck. It was carved like the markings on stones around the grove. "Take it."

"What's this for?"

"It will ward off foul magic and let me watch over the girl. Her magic can be tamed for a while but even the most powerful spells will not last forever. You've seen what happens when she's scared. I can't say how quickly her powers will grow, but the child will need to be taught properly."

"We've faced so many dangers before." Triss said quietly. "But lately… eh, nevermind."

"What is it?" Visenna asked, suddenly.

"It's nothing… I think."

The flaminika chuckled. There was something soothing in her voice and the way she looked at Triss. "Come now, tell me."

"Lately I've been sensing something. My dreams are plagued with strange and disturbing images. At first I thought it was just my own guilt about what happened during the battle, then we came here and it all stopped."

"Can you remember any part of your dream?"

"Strangely, no, it all becomes a blur when I wake up..."

"I've sensed it too. When you came here. The creature in your dream does not want to face you. It fears you."

"Fears me?"

"Yes… you've seen it."

"What do you mean? I think I'd remember if I'd face something like that."

"Do you remember the creature that branded Geralt's face?"

"Can't say I do… he didn't say much about where he got that mark. Later, when I tried to ask, he seemed opposed to talking about it. I remember the marks on his face… they looked like a kind of rune. The magic was arcane… powerful and very dangerous for even the most accomplished of mages." Triss replied.

"Yes… it's a thing we druids do not speak of. Do you remember when you lost control of your powers in your treatments…"

"Barely, I was in so much pain, I tried to stop myself but couldn't. Why does that matter?"

"You opened a doorway into its realm and that's why the creature fears you."

"That was a long time ago. I didn't consciously try to bring every monster imaginable to my home… I was out of it and I don't think I could open those portals again if I tried."

"It's better that way."

"I guess so. Suddenly curses and spells seem so much easier to deal with."

"I can't disagree." Visenna laughed.

"Do you know where Geralt went?"

"Your man said he'll be waiting for you by the garden."

Triss smiled at the look Visenna gave her, then she stood up. "Well, good night then."

"Goodnight, my dear."

Triss left the druid by the fireplace and walked towards the door. She had a moment to think and her thoughts raced until she touched the door. She took a deep breath and stepped out. The evening was a welcome lull as she made her way along the narrow footpath towards the trees where Geralt was resting. The enchantress strolled slowly watching her own shadow cast ahead by the moon at her back. Geralt climbed to his feet when she neared. He held her arms just above her elbows, then lifted her chin and kissed her lips.

"What took you so long?"

"I was talking to your mother." Triss answered. "She gave me this… for Rosi."

She held out her hand and he looked down.

"Some kind of rune."

"Yes. Visenna said it's to keep away foul magic from Rosi and also let her look in on her from time to time. I don't have a problem with her keeping an eye on our daughter if you don't." Triss answered. She ran her finger along his unshaven face and welcomed his hand on her side.

Geralt looked at her. His face held a subtle smile, his eyes were content as she looked into them and smiled back. He always knew when she needed him to be affectionate. When he cupped her face, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his hand. His small gestures never failed to take the worried creases from her face. She held onto the witcher resting her forehead against his chest, as he put his arms around her body and kissed her hair.

"How's Ciri?" Geralt asked.

"Snoring."

"Rosi and the girls?"

"Also sleeping. Your mother spent the entire evening with her and kept the girls busy too."

"They have to be exhausted.." Geralt answered.

"They were."

Geralt took her by the arm and they started walking towards the stables. The night was cool, the leaves twisted subtly with the breeze. They reached the steam near the edge of the forest and Roach broke out of the trees at a trotting pace to greet them. Nearby, Kelpie and Broggha groomed, nibbling on each other's withers. He whistled and both horses came to them. Roach greeted the sorceress first, nudging her body with her head.

"Hello old girl." Triss whispered, patting the horse's neck. She turned and pretended to lead Geralt away and Roach nudged her again.

"Roach thinks you're forgetting something." Geralt said.

"Am I? Roach can speak to me herself, Geralt." Triss answered. "In fact, she and I have had some interesting conversations."

The mare let out a soft nicker and whinnied for her. She patted her again, then removed a small apple from a satchel and held it out in her hand. It quickly devoured the treat and nudged Triss's body, nibbling on her shoulder, grooming her. "Your mare was angry with me."

"Huh."

"She thinks I'm the reason for you caring for her." Triss replied.

Roach let out a soft throaty sound, breathing on the sorceress's face before resting her head on her shoulder. 'You miss your talks with him and blame me? I disagree, but I'll make sure he tends to you.'

Geralt gave the horse a quick rub, then patted her side. Broggha and Kelpie joined them, reacting pleasantly to the witcher's presence.

"Got anymore apples?"

"Here…take these and feed those two." Triss replied. She gave the witcher a pair of small red apples and smiled, knowing her horse barely tolerated him.

"You give it to Broggha…"

"Why?"

"Your beast hates me."

"Don't be silly, Broggha doesn't hate you…" She laughed. "Remember when you won him and gave him to me? Feed him, he'll be nice… won't you boy?"

Geralt looked at the horse then offered his hand. Broggha took the apple then scuffed at the witcher. He gave Kelpie the second apple, then rubbed her head. Roach remained at the witcher's side pushing his arm and body with her head, so he turned his attention to her brushing her flanks a few times and patting her body.

"We can't stay Roach."

"We?" Triss chimed in. "She wants your attention not mine."

"What? No... but she has Kelpie, Broggha and the whole forest to roam freely."

"She isn't buying that excuse, Geralt. Come and find me when you're done here... I'll leave you two to work this out." Triss teased. Roach stomped her feet nudging him forward. "WHat's that Roach, you don't want me to leave him here with you? Alright, I'll take him with me and make sure he brings you more."

"More what?"

"Apples, Geralt… You mare wants you to return in the morning with a peace offering of apples. So, I promised her you'll do just that first thing tomorrow, then you'll give her a well deserved grooming."

"Roach lodging her complaints?"

"You can say that." Triss smiled.

"Been thinking…"

"Yes?"

"A few more days and we'll be back in Pont Vanis…."

"I know… but first there's the ball we have to attend in Lan Exeter. Tell me you haven't forgotten… I've been looking forward to it for months. A brief moment of festivities during these trying times. Besides, I can't wait to see the number of treats they've prepared this time."

"You can make your own treats."

"I know, but it's not the same thing. Imagine, Geralt, hundreds of treats, every one different… prepared just for the night."

"Is that all?"

"No, I forgot to mention the fact that I've been looking forward to seeing how miserable you look in a doublet." She took his arm as they strolled deeper into the forest. "I'm only teasing you know?"

"Can't say I enjoy wearing doublets."

"I know."

"It's like every couturier purposly sew wires into them to torture people."

"That's absurd. Listen, I know you hate wearing them, you're also not fond of traveling through portals so we travel by horse. Actually, nevermind that I've come to enjoy traveling this way with you."

"Real...ly"

"I'm serious, we get to spend time together. It's nice."

The witcher settled gazing at her. "My witcher's armor can be considered very fashionable. As for traveling on horses, it's safer. Never seen anyone splattered on the wall riding a horse."

"Debatable." Triss replied. "It's one night of dances, drinks, treats… I myself won't be doing much drinking… well, maybe just a glass of wine… but interesting things happen when you're drunk… then there's the masses of drunks as the night wanes."

"I'd rather be naked."

"Oh? It would cause quite the sensation if you and I appeared at Tancred's ball, completely nude. Even for us, that would be considerably bold." Triss said. She hastened her steps pulling him closer to her. "Your horse says I should ignore your complaints."

"Roach… where's your loyalty?"

"Don't mind him, Roach… Geralt's only teasing. He knows you're loyal." Triss said to the mare. "Yes he knows that too."

"Know what?"

"She told me to remind you of the many times she's brought you back to me."

"Yeah… too many."

"Speaking of... how is your wound healing up?" She asked, then slipped her hand beneath his jacket along his side gently caressing the wound.

"It was just a scratch."

"Just a scratch? If I had a bezant every time I heard that, I'd be the richest sorceress alive? Have you forgotten that I'm the one who stitches you up? I've learned to be weary and worried when you say things like that."

"I never mean to keep you worried."

"I know you don't mean to but it's only natural for me to worry when you're gone. Remember that time you woke me up after one of your many hunts... you were hurt and you hid it from me... you'd been gone for a few days and our home was so quiet. You did such a terrible job stitching the wound, it tore open when I pulled you down onto our bed. I swear I've never heard a grown man scream so loud... then I felt the blood trickling through my nightgown and I panicked."

"You scolded me… save for one other time, a few stitches were all it took."

"Right... the story of our lives… you get hurt fighting monsters and I'll be there waiting to stitch you up."

"Your treatments are the stuff of legend…"

"You're making me blush."

"I'm serious… it's better than any witcher potion I can brew. Besides, waking up beside you lets me know I'm home and safe."

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm."

"You forget that I'm the one left worried sick every time you're away." Triss whispered. He bent down and kissed her. She could have raised herself on her tippy toes to meet him but she let the witcher come to her. He lifted her chin and she smiled.

"I'll take less contracts… and I'll always come back to you, Triss."

"I know you will and don't you dare. I told you before we moved to Kovir, Geralt. You can still be a witcher. Maybe I'll come along on a few hunts, then I wouldn't have to worry so much. How does that sound? It has been a while since you and I hunted something together."

"Mmhmm, maybe we can hunt a few necrophages."

"Absolutely not. They smell… the last time we did the smell lingered for days. I can't deal with that."

"Fine, we can hunt something else." He laughed.

"Then it's a deal… come, let's find a place to sit." She said, taking the witcher by his arm again. "Visenna's been so helpful. Rosi's abilities are under control for now and she's doing so well too. She sleeps well at least."

"Rosi's safe and I'm glad."

"So am I. That weight is finally lifted. Yennefer said she's finished with her affairs, so I imagine she'll be waiting for us in Pont Vanis. We'll have to leave the girls in her care again... we'll have a few days to rest then it's back to this war. I don't want to leave them… I don't want to be away from them another day, Geralt… what if..."

"We'll make it back."

"And if we don't Geralt? I can't stand being so far from them... I want this war to be over. When it's done we can leave, go back to Kaer Morhen. It'll be safe there won't it?"

"For a while. If we leave, we'll be safe for a while. But I know you. You'll never forgive yourself for leaving if everything you've worked for falls apart. Besides, leaving means Kovir will lose it's most powerful supporter. More mages will decide to leave to protect themselves. If Kovir loses your support, the nobles will force Tancred to sue for peace. Everything you've done will be for nothing and this kingdom will be plunged into turmoil. Then there is the Council and Conclave."

"I don't have to be in Kovir to lead the Council and Conclave. Still, you're right… I'm letting my worries get the better of me. We can't afford for Kovir to lose this war and if the unthinkable happens, Radovid will definitely turn his attention back to hunting and killing mages."

"Eventually, they'll wind up on Kaer Morhen doorstep and we may not have the allies to help us defend our family. We have to see this through… to the end. After that, I want to have a quiet place again… with you."

"I like that too." Triss whispered. "Somewhere quiet to spend our days."

They strolled quietly through the forest to the banks of the stream fed pond. Geralt let his hand slip from hers, then he laid tiredly on the ground beneath the tree with his feet crossed at the ankle. Triss continued to the edge of the pond. The water had a gentle ripple caused by the streamlets flowing into it. The moon's reflection flickered just beneath the surface, then it slipped behind the cloud dimming the forest light.

"It's lovely tonight isn't it?"

"Even lovelier down here." The witcher replied.

Triss turned around, she walked to and knelt down on the bare ground beside him. In the moonlight, his eyes glowed a pale gray. She straddled his body with her arms and noted the faint crooked smile in his features. Before she could speak, Geralt pulled her down onto him by her clothes and imprinted a kiss on her lips. She let herself fall into his embrace, as her lips lingered on his for a while, then snagged the witcher's lip with her teeth, kissing him two more times before they parted. His touch felt devoting, his eyes hazy and enthralling. Geralt crumbled her clothes between his fingers, pulling her back down with him.

"I love you, you know?" He whispered with his usual faint grin.

"Sit up."

"What?"

"Sit up, witcher. I want to sit."

He pushed on the ground and sat up putting his back against the tree. Triss sat and tucked herself against him. She pushed aside her hair, then pressed her back against his chest. The witcher put his left arm around her. She laced their fingers over her belly holding onto his arm.

"I love you too, witcher." She finally said, letting her eyes wander across the pond. The trees appeared black with blacks leaves against the gray sky, the ground was washed in silvery gray. Across the pond, five stone totems stood planted like watchmen just beyond the water's edge.

"Did you know that the night sky here are just complex illusions? The moon, stars, even the clouds are illusions of the real thing. On a clear night the reflection becomes the true sky. It feels and looks like an autumn night but all of this is Visenna's magic… the area is so saturated with magic. I took off your medallion because it won't stop humming. Out there, beyond her barrier is the harsh winter. Still, I have to admit, all of this is beautiful."

"Mmhmm."

"Can you imagine the skill that's needed for a mage to maintain something this intricate?"

"You could do it if you wanted to."

"Wanted to? No, maybe if I desperately needed to I could conjure something this elaborate. This level of magic requires a great deal of skill, skills I don't currently possess."

"I've seen you do things most mages couldn't."

"Like I said… in desperation, Geralt." Triss laughed. "So… how did it go?"

"With Visenna?"

"Yes, what happened… the two of you were gone for a while… I assume you were able to talk."

"We followed the footpath into the forest, crossed the stream… then sat and talked… a lot."

"Good."

"Not going to ask me what we talked about?"

"No. You spoke to her… that's a step."

"Hmm." Geralt grunted.

"I don't need to know." Triss said, letting out a small sigh. She lifted her head and traced the shape of his jaw turning the witcher's face towards her. "I know your heart. You're the forgiving type… it's not in you to lash out in anger or hold onto grudges. I see the regret and sadness in that woman's eyes every time she looks at you. She's a complicated person, but then we all are. I know she has to be proud of the man you've become despite the cruel path your life has taken. She cares about you, in her own way. I also see where you get some of your unique deportments."

"Meaning?"

"You share a lot of your traits with her, Geralt. Face it, you got your ways from her and Rosi got hers from you."

"No."

"Yes... you have this way of looking at people, as if you are looking right into their innermost secrets. Visenna has the same way of looking at people." She lifted her body and turned to him. "There, you are doing it right now."

He slipped her a familiar crooked grin, then shifted his body.

"We need to get back… Rosi will be up soon… you know what that means right?"

"She'll be fussy."

"Mmhmm… and hungry." Triss said.

She stood and helped him up. They strolled back in silence, both content with the other. As they near the great house, she noticed the horses running in the distance through the trees. Geralt pushed open the door and held it open. Triss entered. She slipped the shawl from her shoulder and hung it. Visenna sat by the dimly lit fireplace with Rosina in her arms. As if the child could sense them, she announced their presence, lifting her head from the druid's arm. Vsenna stood, and met them halfway.

"She only woke a moment ago." The druid said. "Everyone is sleeping and I didn't want her to be alone so I took her to sit with me. I think she's hungry."

"Was she crying?" Geralt asked.

"No, not really, but she was wandering… and calling for you." Visenna answered. She handed Rosina over, looking fondly at her.

"You're so good with her… and our girls… thank you." Triss spoke, as the druid turned to leave them.

"Mmhmm." Visenna answered walking to the fireplace. She pulled the burning piece of wood from the fire, then doused the flames with water.

"Goodnight, Visenna." Triss whispered.

"Goodnight, child. Goodnight Geralt." Visenna replied. She collected the oil lamp from the table and returned to her room.

"Geralt, could you bring that bench into our bedroom… I need something to sit on." Triss said, looking down at Rosina whose eyes were wide open. She carried her into the bedroom. A moment later Gerralt followed with the bench in hand. "Put it over there by the window. Leave the shutters open, I want the breeze."

"Is she sleeping again?"

"No, she's awake. She needs to eat… come and sit with us."

"Want me to?"

"I need you to wake me if I start to fall asleep. I have to stay awake and make sure she's fed or she won't let us get any rest." Triss said, sitting on the bench. She opened her shirt and held Rosina closer to her breast. Her hands followed her face pressing against the sorceress chest searching eagerly. There was a moment of franticness until latched on and settled down.

"You alright." Geralt asked. The sorceress's face twisted in a moment of pain, then it subsided. He sat beside her and she leaned her body against him.

"Relax, Rosi before you choke." Triss said, gently rubbing her hands to calm her. Rosina took her mouth away for a moment, then she found her mother's breast again and settled on it. Her eyes closed, then her breathing slowed.

"Why is she doing that?"

"What do you mean? She's just hungry."

He watched as she stroked the child's cheek to make her breathe. She kneaded and pinched with every gulp, kicking the witcher's body with her small feet. A while later, her suckling slowed. She'd fallen asleep. The winds were whistling again. In the distance, an owl hoot into the night.

"Geralt?"

"Hmm." He answered, waking from a short light sleep.

"Take our child and put her in the crib. I need to get out of these clothes into something more comfortable."

He took their child and laid her in her own bed, then laid down. Across the bed Triss peeled her clothes with magic before donning her nightgown. She blew out the lamps, then lit a half burned candle on the table before pulling aways the sheets and climbing into bed beside him. A moment later, she too was asleep with her arms across the witcher's body. Later in the night, she woke and noticed she'd lost her place in his arms. Rosina rested sprawled across the entirety of his chest, her hair tumbling down his shoulder like a chestnut color fall. She took hold of the child's hand gently caressing her fingers; her touch startled her awake, but only for a moment as she writhed almost angry at the disturbance. Triss laid on the pillow staring at them; listening to the soft draw and release of their breaths.

"She woke up again." Geralt said. He was loud, still caught between sleep and being partly awake.

"Keep your voice down." Triss barked. He put his arm around her. "I don't want her to wake just yet."

"Go back to sleep." He said, silently rubbing her arm.

When the sorceress woke up again, it was morning. Her eyes peered groggily across the bedroom. The candlelight had burned away leaving a small mound of wax on the table. She could hear the muffled voices outside and the sounds of the birds. She rolled to her side, her head still resting snugly on the pillow. The sunlight peered through the small spaces of the closed window, not enough to light up the room though just enough to let her know it was late morning. She lay there watching Geralt sleep.

"Hey you." The witcher finally spoke, turning to look at her. His voice was unchecked and deep. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not very long. It's morning already, you know?"

"Mmhmm. Restless?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You kept waking up."

"Rosi turns a year old today. It's been that long since."

"Yeah."

"She's grown so fast." Triss whispered hoarsely. Her eyes swelled. "I'm sorry. I'm a little emotional."

"We've come a long way… Rosi is going to be fine."

"I know that now." She whispered. Geralt wiped the tears from her eyes.

"She's growing and it's natural to want more time with her."

"Where is she?"

"Visenna came for her, said they'll be back later… you were sleeping and we didn't want to wake you."

"Of course, she told me she would."

Geralt pushed aside the bedspread, then climbed out and sat on the edge of the bed. A moment later he felt Triss's hands on his back. She knelt behind him putting her arms around his body. He held onto her chemise pulling her close.

"Where are you going? Rosi's with your mother… so I get to have you to myself for the morning."

She slipped around and straddled his lap, then rested her elbows on his shoulder running her fingers through the witcher's hair. He put his hands on her thighs sliding her nightgown up as he kissed her neck. THe enchantress pressed his face on her skin, as he softly kissed her collar down to chest. She held his head, threw hers back, arching her body. The faint scent of her perfume teased; the warmth of her body engulfed him. He stood carrying her to the wall in one quick movement. Her voice was ragged, every kiss more forceful than the last. Suddenly the door burst open and in walked Cirilla.

"It's morning… ahh." She shouted, raising her hand to cover her eyes. Triss bit her lips disappointingly, pulling on his hair. She smiled, slipped from his arms, then shimmied her body to let her nightgown down.

"Ever knock, Ciri?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on you… I thought you were sleeping… why weren't you sleeping? Eh, I'm leaving."

"You sound like you're our mother… I thought I was the mother here and you my daughter?"

"I didn't mean to barge in."

"It's ok… we're done. You can uncover your eyes now."

"Are you decent?"

"No…"

"Ehem, Geralt." Triss grunted. She tugged on the witcher's arm pulling him to her. "We'll finish this tryst later, somewhere more private. We're decent, Ciri, you can turn around."

"I didn't see anything." Cirilla said. She turned around and removed her hands from her face. "I didn't think you'd be… or I wouldn't have let myself in."

"You aren't at fault… we left the door unlocked. Although, you should start knocking."

"We could have been naked, Ciri… try to knock next time." Geralt added.

"You were nearly there…" Cirilla quip, she rolled her eyes.

Triss smiled. "He's right you know, this isn't the first time you've barged in unannounced. Is there something wrong?"

"No..."

"So you just decided to bust in as Triss and I were about to…"

"Ahh, don't say it! Can he be any more crude?" Cirilla shouted. Her face was flushed, and she looked flustered. Triss nudged her.

"Don't mind him, let me get myself together so you and I can spend some time together. Rosi needs to eat too. Visenna plans to take her until the afternoon." Triss said. She changed her clothes herself with magic then returned to Cirilla and lifted her blouse over the navel to inspect her wounds. The enchantress ran her finger over the skin, the bandages were off. The skin looked tender and bruised. Cirilla wriggled giggling to the sorceress's touch.

"Your hand tickles you know?"

"You're still that little girl." She whispered, lovingly eyeing CIrilla, before sauntering to the mirror to fix her hair.

"Do you know where Lady Visenna is taking them?" Cirilla asked, following her.

"She didn't say… when I asked, all she said was nana's prerogative." Triss replied. She raked her fingers through her hair and tied it into a messy offset bun. The stray loose tresses kissed her cheek and nape.

"Nana's prerogative huh?"

"Mmhmm. She's been spending a lot of time with Rosi and Rosi's grown fond of her."

Cirilla put her arms around the sorceress's shoulders hugging her from behind. She took a whiff of her perfume and squeezed her tightly. Triss leaned on her, nudging her body and holding onto her arm. They shared a motherly moment, then there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Triss said. She turned around.

Visenna entered with Rosina by her side wearing a beautiful dress. It made her look tall for her years, her small freckled face resembled her own, but her walk and mannerisms were Geralt's.

"What's this?" She asked, "She looks beautiful."

The enchantress stood and took Rosina into her arms, inspecting her dress. Green, puffed, ruffled sleeves at the shoulders that covered her arms were covered down to her wrist.

"She looks older." Cirilla said.

"She does." Triss added. "Did you make this?"

"I did…" The druid replied. "If you don't like it, I'll put her in something more suitable."

"Don't you dare… it's wonderful." Triss answered. She kissed Rosina's lips, then hugged her. "Thank you. I'll bring her to you when she's finished feeding."

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The Druid Circle, March 8th...

It was the start of the wishing hour as they say in folklore. Geralt was awake standing by the opened window and looking out into the night. Another day had passed. In the adjoining room, Cirilla and the children were asleep. He looked over at Triss sleeping peacefully, her hair was a tangled mess of chestnut tresses partly concealing her face. Her arms and legs were sprawled across the bed. She felt the cover slide up across her legs, up her back as if to deny the moon a peek of her nakeed body. The wool felt rough and uncomfortable, but it was warm.

"Close the shutters and come back to bed." The enchantress murmured, opening her eyes. She lifted her head and glanced over; the fireplace was still lit with embers.

"Did I wake you?" Geralt asked.

"It's hard to sleep when you're like this, Geralt." She answered. "And you are doing that thing you do when something is bothering you. In this place, your thoughts are impossible to block. Come to bed."

"Go back to sleep… I'll be in bed soon."

"Now, Geralt."

The witcher stood there for a moment, so lost in thought he didn't hear her leave their bed to come to him, until he felt her warmth against his back.

"If you won't come back to our bed, then I'll come to you." She whispered. "We're going to have to wake up in a few hours and leave before day breaks… we need the rest."

"I know." Geralt grunted. He reached out the window and pulled the window shutters, then turned and held her.

"Let me get the fire going again."

"Make haste."

He strolled to the fireplace and threw a few pieces of wood onto it and lit them with Igni. The bed creaked beneath his weight as he climbed in and sank down beside her. Triss put her arm across his chest and hugged his body with her thigh. Her fingers parted his hair gently stroking the side of his face to lull him to sleep.

"You need to stop worrying so much." She whispered, then planted a kiss on his face before she put her head on his shoulder.

A few hours later, she gently shook him awake. Morning was approaching. Triss lit a candle in the room, then quickly ran a bath for them. She let her gown fall from her body and stepped into the tub. A moment later, Geralt joined her. When they finished bathing, he got dressed, then fastened his cloak before leaving to get the horses ready. The sorceress donned a dark burgundy jacket over her shirt. She wore pants for the trip, her hair hung loosely over one shoulder. She ran another bath for Cirilla then opened the old wooden partition, before going to the other bedroom to wake her.

"Ciri." Triss whispered, putting her on Cirila's face and pushing aside her hair.

"Hmm."

"Wake up… you need to wash up and get dressed... we're leaving today."

"It's not even morning yet."

"It's better to leave while it's still dark, love. We need to be in the next town before sunrise. We could rest at the inn there then make the half day's journey to Lan Exeter."

"Okay…" Cirilla yawned, stretching her body as she sat up on the bed "...traveling at night is awful. It's cold and windy."

"I know, but it'll still be cold even when the sun is up." Triss answered. "We can take a carriage from the town to Lan Exeter then and give the horses a chance to rest. We should be in the city just after nightfall."

"Where will we stay?"

"There's a nice inn in the merchant quarters. I've already made arrangements."

"Why there?" Cirilla stood up, she scratched her side, then tousled her air.

"Like Dandelion always said, 'they have the most esteemed establishments in the merchant quarters."

"Eh…"

"Rita recommended the place. She stayed there when she came to Kovir. Geralt and I will sleep in the room closest to the girls room and you can have the upstairs and main bedroom with… nevermind."

"With what? You're planning something aren't you?" Cirilla asked.

"I don't know what you mean… why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you're acting strangely."

"It's just an inn, Ciri, there's nothing to it. The owner has agreed to let us have the place to ourselves for a few days." Triss said quickly walking away. "...there aren't many guests with the war and all… except the occasional traveling mage."

"Sounds lavishly expensive… and you didn't answer me."

"Sure I did. Come on, hurry up before the water gets cold. Alright, I admit, it's a bit lavish, but it was coins well spent. We need the space… or maybe you want us to sleep in a cave again."

"Why would I want that? And you still did not answer my question." Cirilla said, following her into the room. She removed her clothes, climbed in the water and sat. "Oh, this feels nice. You know, you're acting quite strangely."

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about baby girl." Triss smiled. She went to the next room and pulled the door closed behind her, then she woke the children. She made their bath and heated the water with magic, then sat and watched them bathe. When Gretka and Millie finished, they donned clothes fit for travel and followed the sorceress into the main hall. The fires were lit, the room smelled of newly baked bread. Visenna was sitting by the fire drinking tea. Strings of steam floated upward as she whiffed the cup.

"Good morning." She greeted them, then set aside her tea and walked over.

"Morning." Triss greeted the druid.

"Morning children, are you hungry? There's pottage and bread or you can have some fruit and cheese if you prefer."

"Come girls. Get something to eat" Triss said. Gretka and Millie climbed on the bench at the table and the druid gave each of them a tray with a serving of soup and a cut of bread. "It's hot, so be careful not to spill it or you'll burn yourselves."

"You're not going to eat, Triss?"

"I'll take some tea." Triss answered. She took a handful of dried fruits then followed the flaminika to the fireplace where they sat together.

Visenna poured her a cup of tea and placed it by her side, before taking Rosina from the sorceresses' arms. The child was gowned in a tiny dress, her legs round the druid's waist, her feet were warmed in small fur cover boots. She clung to her. In the flickering light from the fireplace, her hair appeared the color of chestnuts. Cirilla walked in, stamping loudly. Visenna turned around rocking her body from side to side with Rosina on her hip. She walked to them and flicked Rosina's forehead with her finger making the druid smile.

"Morning." She whispered.

"Good morning, child." Visenna answered. "Are you hungry?"

"No, not really."

The door opened and Geralt walked in. Clad in withcer's armor and cloak.

"The horses are saddled and ready." He said.

"You mean to carry the children on horseback? Why can't you just take a portal?"

"We like the scenery…"

"We can't take a portal because Geralt hates them."

"What?"

"Mmhmm, he thinks they're dangerous…"

"Well, why don't you take the old carriage out there then..." Visenna said. "...it's old but the wheels won't fall off and the children will be warm."

"We can't impose… you've already done enough and we may not come this way for a while."

"Tripe." Visenna answered.

"But…"

"I'm not asking, child… you can leave it with the stable master in Aberdyfi and he'll bring it here." Visenna replied. "Forgive me, Geralt but can I trouble you to get the carriage ready?"

He nodded, then looked at Triss who said nothing. Some time passed, they all gathered by the fire, then Triss spoke.

"Take the Children to Geralt, Ciri. He should be finished."

"Come Gretka, Millie." Cirilla said to the girls. She draped their shoulders with fur shawls to keep them warm, then quickly readied herself and led them out the door.

"Are you alright?" Visenna asked.

"I am now." Triss said, clutching the cup with both hands between her knees.

"I needn't say it, but I will. Do whatever you must to keep them safe from this madness."

"I will." Triss replied, sipping some more of her tea. "Can I ask a favor?"

"Whatever you need." The druid replied.

"Could you… Rosi and the girls will be in Pont Vanis when Geralt and I return and..."

"You want me to watch over the children from time to time?"

"Could you?." Triss whispered, looking down into her cup. "If it isn't too much to ask. I don't want Rosi to forget this place and I don't want…"

"I am not just the mistress of this circle Triss, I am a sorceress and a mother too. My magic is not confined to the forest." Visenna said, nudging her body reassuringly. "Come here whenever you need the quiet."

"I will." Triss replied. She took a long sigh of relief then leaned her body against the druids.

"You're always welcome here."

"Thank you, for everything." Triss replied. She gulped the last of her tea then donned her cloak. She tied the string at her neck, then ran her hands along her nape pulling her mane from beneath her cloak and tossing it loosely over her shoulders. "Rosi's going to miss you, you know?"

"I am going to miss her." Visenna replied. They walked out of the great house together and strolled together towards the entrance of the grove.

Geralt and Cirilla were waiting beside the old wooden carriage. Though weathered and aged by the years, the cedar sides looked remarkably cared for. The large wooden wheels were nearly as tall as Gretka as she walked beside them and climbed up into the wagon. Triss lit the wig of the small oil lamps hanging on hooks on both sides of the seat, then she turned to Visenna.

"I'll take her."

"Be gentle. She's not fully asleep." Visenna whispered, removing Rosina from her shoulder to put her into Triss's arms. The child was dozing though not fully when she opened her eyes and cried for the druid to take her back.

"She wants you." Geralt said.

"The heart aches to let her go." Visenna replied. She leaned over and whispered a quiet goodbye to Rosina, then she went to Millie and Gretka. Kneeling, the flaminika spoke in a quiet voice, too quietly for all but Geralt to hear, but the children's faces lit up with smiles. She went to Cirilla and gently put her hand on her side.

"And you my dear, how do you feel?"

"Much better."

"Good."

"Your medicine and care worked." Cirilla replied. Visenna took her hand and gave her a wine skin with a small wooden stopper.

"What's this?"

"Honey mead. Ermion sent it from Ard Skellig… a certain person said you fancy it."

An embarrassed smile crept on Cirilla's face. She turned, took the girls and helped them into the wagon. Triss was looking down at Rosina now sleeping peacefully in her arms. She climbed up into the carriage and laid the child on the seat beside Gretka. Cirilla stepped up to follow her. Outside Visenna laid her hand on Geralt's face; when she moved ever slightly as if to embrace him, the witcher's arms fell around her.

"Be safe on your journey, Geralt." She said quietly.

He nodded, then grabbed hold and climbed up onto the wagon's driver seat. Reaching forward, he took the reins. A moment later, Triss joined him. She smothered the lamps then settled beside him. A snap of the reins and the horses began tugging the carriage forward. As they reached the edge of the grove, he whistled loudly for Broggha, Roach and Kelpie to follow. The vines and hedges slithered aparts revealing the opening, then against closing the pathway into the druid's forest behind them. The air was biting cold as the winter winds blew gently across the plain churning the snow into sudden squalls, then calmness. They rode in silence for a while, accompanied only by the sound of the horses hooves in the snow and the scraping of the carriage wheels.

"Are you alright?" Triss finally asked.

"Hard to say." Geralt replied.

"She's your mother, Geralt. I think it's normal to feel what you're feeling... I didn't want to pry because you were in a bit of a mood when we left."

"A lot has happened, that's all. I just need time."

"I know it couldn't have been easy meeting her like that. I don't know that story, but I know you and how you deal with those emotions. I understood we were meeting the druids, but I never imagined such an encounter. I never imagined we'd be meeting her… not with your mother. It was difficult for her to say goodbye."

"Hmm.. yeah, but I'm not thinking about that now."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Doublets." He grinned.

"Doublets, witcher? You enjoy teasing me don't you?"

"Mmhmm."

"Well, you can't seriously be sulking because of a doublet." She said sitting upright. "I spent a small fortune on it.."

"Not sulking, just wondering what was wrong with..."

"Your witcher armor? Hmm, I'm quite certain we've had this conversation before, but I'll play along. First, my dear husband, absolutely nothing is wrong with your armor except that it reeks of monster's blood and it's old leather. And it's not for the occasion."

"But it's comfortable."

"Trust me, you won't even know you're wearing a doublet."

"Doubt it." Geralt replied. He took his eyes off the road, leaned closer nudging her side.

"Stop that. Steer the wagon, please and keep your eyes ahead before you take us over these cliffs. Ge...ralt, eyes on the road."

He took his eyes off the road for a moment, causing the carriage to hit a bump and swayed. The witcher quickly regained control, then focused on the narrow path ahead.

"You, alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine. Now that you have your eyes back on the road, keep it there." Triss replied. "Indulge me for one night and I promise to make it up to you."

"Trying to soften me up?"

"Maybe. Is it working?"

"Maybe."

"Listen, on rare occasions such as these I like to dress up. It's just for one night, so tolerate it, for me."

"I'd do anything for you."

"I know." Triss smiled. "Here, let me take over for a while." She reached to take the reins from his hand, but he tucked it out of her reach and grabbed her side, pulling her body into him. "We're going to fall… we're going to go off the edge, Geralt."

Her voice raised, though playfully. She grabbed him again trying to take the reins.

"Whoo." Geralt shouted, bringing the carriage to a stop. He held her waist and kissed her. It was pleasant and unexpected. "I don't mind the doublet you know?"

"I know." Triss smiled. She traced his arm to his fingers and took the reins from his hand. "Got it." She said, pushing him away.

"No fair."

"I'm taking over. Keep me company."

"Look down there." Geralt said.

"I don't want to look down there. It's dizzying." The enchantress answered. "And it looks like it's a long way down."

"It's a frozen lake covered with snow."

"That's still a long fall, Geralt, so let's not tem fate."

Triss got the wagon moving again, then glanced at the cliff's edge. The drop was more than a few meters, so she steered the wagon closer to the mountain wall. Slowly, they made it past the narrowest section and reached the long stone bridge. The ride across was bumpy and loud. The clacking of horseshoes and the wagon wheels across the stone cut through the silence and echoed in the darkness below. Geralt craned his neck as the wagon wheels scraped the side. They reached the other side and he settled back in his seat.

"Argh!" The enchantress jolted suddenly, turning around to see Cirilla's reaching through the window behind them. "Shit… It's only you, Ciri. You nearly frightened me to death."

"Who'd be grabbing you on a moving wagon?"

"I don't know, but I certainly wasn't expecting anyone to grab me from behind."

"I can take over for a while." Cirilla said.

"Can't sleep?" Triss asked.

"No." She answered. "I need some fresh air..."

"Are you sure? We can go on a while longer if you want to try to get some rest."

"I've tried and sleep won't come." Cirills answered. "Besides, if I have to listen to you and him, go on about doublets and you making something up to him… I'll hurl and then hurl some more."

"You were awake this whole time?"

"More or less."

"Alright, come." Triss said. She brought the wagon to a stop, then she and Geralt climbed down. Cirilla opened the carriage door and jumped into the snow, then she walked around to the front of the carriage.

"Brrr, it's so cold."

"Come here." Triss said, cupping Cirilla's cheeks with both hands.

"What are you doing?"

"Wait. There. How do you feel?"

"Warm."

"Put this on too." Triss said, removing her own cloak. She draped it over Cirilla's shoulders, then lit the oil lamps. "Let me know if you need company. When we reach the town, I'll make you something to drink."

"Okay." Cirilla mumbled. She climbed up onto the seat and took the reins into her hands. The seat was still warm and the cold air no longer pinched her face. She clicked her tongue, giving the reins a gentle flick to get the wagon moving again, then tucked her hands beneath her cloak.

March 9, 1276… Lan Exeter…

A day had gone by since they left the druid's grove. The city streets were quiet, the calmness in the inn was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the girls shouting downstairs. Triss looked over and noticed Geralt standing in the door watching her assemble her megascope. She set the base and aligned them with a chalk mark she'd made on the floor, then pointed to a wooden box sitting on the shelf.

"Could you get that for me?"

"What is it?"

"Polished crystals from my megascope." She answered.

The witcher uncrossed his arms and walked to the shelf. He took the box and carried it to her. Triss opened it. Inside were three finely polished diamonds.

"How did it go?" She asked, setting each of the stones in place.

"Well. They wanted to watch the ships sailing out of port from the hillside."

"You went up there?"

"Yeah, carried Millie the entire way." He replied, resting his body on the wall. "We counted the ships in the distance and the floating ice too."

"Sounds like they had fun."

"Mmhmm."

"There… all done. Give me a moment Geralt. I need to speak to Evelyne." Triss said. The witcher pushed his body off the wall to leave, but she protested. "You don't have to go."

"I should get ready."

"Ok." The enchantress answered. She touched and fiddled with the crystals. A moment later, the instrument crackled to life and the sorceress Evelyne appeared in the image.

"Hello, Triss. It's good to see you."

"Good to see you, Evelyne. How are you?"

"Well… and you?"

"The same, considering." Triss whispered, taking a seat. "So, how are the preparations coming along?"

"I've made all the necessary arrangements. We've done as you instructed. I personally saw to it and followed every detail. The man was terrified.." Evelyne frowned. "I must say, it felt vile to make such threats."

"I know, forgive me… it's isn't the method I'd prefer in normal circumstances but it was necessary."

"It couldn't be helped."

"So… did they accept all of our terms?"

"Presented with the evidence...the guild master was easily swayed. He gave his word, Zadid and his collaborators no longer have the support of the merchants guild. He also sent his plea that the guild remain blameless."

"If they are blameless, then they have nothing to worry about."

"They fear you and your witcher and wish for a meeting."

"They're in no position to negotiate, Eve and I'm in no mood. A member of their order tried to have me killed. Not once, but thrice. They used the considerable wealth and influence of their guild to get close enough to poison me… when that plot was unsuccessful, they tried again with fanatics from the eternal fire and Radovid's witch hunters. They even managed to convince a powerful mage to do their dirty work. They nearly succeeded in killing me and my child. I remember how helpless I felt. I could barely cast a smell to protect myself let alone the men guarding me. I watched Sigo kill them, Eve..."

"You did what you were forced to."

"Even so it's of little comfort. I know this isn't an easy subject for you. I can forgive a lot of things, but this isn't one of them. If they give up those responsible for hatching these plots, the chances of them coming out of this increases significantly... not by much. If they decide to test my patience, when I'm finished with them, there'll be nothing left for the magistrate to pick at. My plan is already set in motion and I intend to see it to its ugly conclusion."

"So then, I take it you've convinced your witcher not to act?"

"Geralt won't, I want him far from this mess. I certainly won't allow my husband to become a scapegoat for the noble and their schemes. We're both aware of how it would be viewed by the nobles if we deal with this matter our way."

"Good… still, I have my apprehensions about this plan, Triss."

"You're wondering if the merchant guild can be trusted."

"After what Zadid has done, I believe they can not." Evelyne answered.

"The truth is I share that belief, but right now… I want them to fear what would happen if they don't cooperate more than they fear their masters." Triss said calmly.

"Is it wise to use such methods?"

"No. It risks creating more enemies than friends but what choice do we have?"

"I see. We should proceed carefully, then."

"Agree… is there anything else? Any news on Teresa and the others?"

"She woke up. The mages at New Aretuza have healed her wounds but her mind is gone…"

"I see." Triss whispered.

"Greetings Geralt." Evelyne spoke. Triss turned around to see the witcher standing there fiddling with the side of his doublet. She'd hadn't noticed when he left to prepare himself. He nodded acknowledging the sorceress as Triss returned to the conversation.

"I'll leave the rest to your capable judgement Eve. We'll continue our discussion at the gathering at New Aretuza. We have other things to discuss… I'll see you at the palace tonight"

"Yes… your man does not like wearing doublets does he?" Evelyne smiled.

"No, he doesn't." Triss replied.. She stood as Evelyne reached for the crystal on her megascope. The image faded to a green haze, then she turned off the instrument and turned to Geralt.

"Argh. I think it fits too tight?" He grumbled, as he came to her side.

"Stop it. It fits perfectly and you know it. You look lovely."

"You look more comfortable wearing that."

"I won't deny it." She smiled when he rubbed the arm of his doublet, then tugged on the jacket. "Here, let me help you with that."

"There's one good thing that came out of this evening..."

"And what's that?"

"You… wearing that gown." The witcher grinned, eyeing her as she buttoned his doublet.

"Yes… me wearing a gown… this isn't the first time you've seen me in a gown, Geralt."

"Mmhmm, but when the night is over I get to take it off you."

"Really, you're thinking about that now?" She said, walking to the old mirror in the corner of the room.

"We'll lock the door and seal ourselves away." He said.

The enchantress straightened her body and shimmied her hips, smoothing her gown. Backless, her light turquoise dress also styled a deep plunge in the front revealing her navel. The waist and bodice fitted like a kiss, hugging her silhouette and wrapping her shapely profile. As she walks to him, the loose fabric of the skirt trails ever so slightly revealing her strappy heel sandals.

"You know… all the time we lost..."

"Come Geralt, enjoy the evening with me. Let's not speak about past things. Not tonight."

She took and donned her cloaks, then pulled the hood over her head before calling the children to them. A moment later, the air crackled in the small yard behind the inn. A portal appeared in the palace courtyard. The sudden gust blew snow and ice around them. The guards did not flinch at their post; they were accustomed to the mages of the court coming and going through such conjuring. For a moment, many of the guests looked on from afar. Cirilla emerged carrying Rosina in her arms beneath her cloak. A moment later, Millie and Gretka appeared behind her, then the portal shrunk and vanished behind them. The girls stood still, fearful of the eyes now gawking at them.

"Ciri." Millie whined and Cirilla looked over her shoulder.

"Come on." She called and they hurried nervously clinging to her. "It's alright. Pay them no mind. They're strange, aren't they?"

"Shenanigans?" Gretka answered.

"Yes."

Cirilla lifted her head. Some of the guests kept their eyes fixed, others whispered in gossip. Geralt and the enchantress appeared a moment later, hand in hand. The witcher had hesitantly stepped through, evident of how he held onto Triss as they emerged from the portal. She shook the snow from her cloak, her hood was off her head revealing her mane. Geralt looked around. The courtyard was abuzz with quiet gossip.

"Everyone's suddenly interested in us." He mumbled under his breath.

"I'd be worried if the guests weren't gossiping." Triss replied.

She took his arm and leaned against him as they strolled forward, openly proudly displaying her affection. The crowd returned to their affair; a gentleman excused himself from his companion, and others made introductions as they reached Cirilla and the children.

"Does he still hate portals?" Cirilla query.

"Still..." Triss answered, she ran her finger through her hair brushing more snow from her tresses, then she met Cirilla's grin. "What?"

"Nothing."

"I'm not convinced, but alright… yes love what's wrong?." The enchantress was suddenly distracted by Millie tugging on her gown.

"Tis smelly here…" She whined. Her cheek had a rosy hue. Triss cupped her face, gently rubbing warmth into them.

"It's just the dance of fragrances. Come, let's get inside where it's warm."

The air was a concoction of perfumes that permeated, as lords and nobles roamed the courtyard and garden. Triss led them along the cobblestone path by the first fountain that stretched half the length of the courtyard. Between the two fountains, amidst the frozen rose bushes they met the princess lady-in-waiting. Long flowing locks, the women had a pleasant voice. Her manners, and gait, even her subtle gestures were courtly and regid.

"Lady, Merigold the princess awaits you." She bowed politely. "Please follow me." The woman said then turned, to lead them into the palace through a private door. Inside, she turned around and faced them. "The gentleman may go to the anteroom and the grand hall or he may escort the lady."

"I'll wait in the hall." Geralt answered.

"Alright."

"Follow me." The lady said. She led them through another private entrance, then between the walls and into a richly furnished chamber. Airy and large, lights beam from the candle lit chandeliers above them. There was a grand fireplace carved from marble stone by a master stonecutter. Beautiful chairs and tables lined the corner spaces. Millie and Gretka gazed up at the elaborate carving of stone all around them.

"Welcome, m'lady." A familiar voice greeted them.

"Lina! It's so good to see you again." Triss said with a certain fondness. Alina eagerly renounced etiquettes and courtly rituals to embrace the sorceress, before she could react. "We've missed your company and Rosi's missed you a great deal."

"I've missed the little darling." Alina replied with a pleasant smile, then she stepped back. "Forgive me."

"Don't be silly." Triss murmured.

"Can I hold her?" Alina gestured politely. She hovered over Cirilla, then took Rosina from her arms when she allowed it.

"She walks."

"Truly?"

Cirilla nodded. "Set her down and she'll get away from you. You'll spend the night chasing her in the castle."

An awe transformed Alina's face. She hurried Rosina away, engrossing herself with play and laughter. The chamber came alive with screams and laughter when Gretka and Millie took to playing. A moment later, the heavy doors creaked on its hinges and opened. Millie and Gretka hurried to Triss's side; silence crept into the room onces more interrupted only by the intermittent soft sounds of Rosina's footsteps and Alina's following her in the next chamber. Princess Heloiza entered, heading a train of four of her ladies-in-waiting.

"Your Highness." The sorceress greeted. She and Cirilla bowed politely and the princess and her ladies returned the gesture.

Heloiza gazed at them, curiously yet admiringly too. There was a moment's hesitation, then she stepped forward. "So the rumors are true…"

"Rumors?"

"Kovir's ambassadors to Nilfgaard. Do you know the man?"

"No."

"No matter… he told my mother that you bear a striking resemblance to Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Queen of Cintra and Princess of Nilfgaard." Princess Heloiza utter. She grinned when Cirilla frowned.

"Yes… and what of it?" Cirilla interjected.

"Are you...?"

"Ciri..." Triss whispered.

"I'm just a witcher." Cirilla answered.

"And I am a sorceress." The Princess said. She glanced over at Cirilla who now wore her frown. Eyes squinting, her lips moved, as if to say something harsh, when the princess burst into a teasing laugh. "Although, I haven't got any magic."

"How fortunate of you." Cirilla mumbled.

"Why do you choose to be a witcher and run from what you are?"

"You don't know what I am."

"Mind your manners when you speak to the Princess, kern!" The oldest of the courtiers suddenly interrupted. Cirilla uncrossed her arms in anger as the woman stepped forward only to be halted by the Princess's outstretched hand.

"Lady Zarina, you would do well not to call my daughter a kern. She's neither simple nor is she a peasant. Ciri isn't some low born servant… it'd be best to remember that and choose your words carefully." Triss spoke sternly to the woman.

"Be mindful, Lady Zarina, appearance can be deceiving." Princess Heloiza warned her courtier.

"Yes, m'lady." Lady Zarina answered. She bowed, her salt-peppered hair moved lightly caressing her rigid shoulder.

"Forgive my lady. She was the first of my ladies-in-waiting. My mother chose her to care for me when I was only a little girl. She's steeped in the etiquettes of the court."

"I don't care, I am not your servant." Cirilla replied. She stood straight like a queen in her own right, showing the courtiers she was versed in the etiquettes of the nobility. Her stare compelled the woman to lower eyes, then she turned her gaze at the Princess. Heloiza also stood rigid, neither would willing to give the other the satisfaction of a frown.

'Ciri…' Triss called her, knowing she was only feigning her calmness. "Excuse us, Highness."

"There's no need for that. My lady was out of line."

"Eh." Cirilla sighed, canting her head slightly. She turned to Triss and grumbled. "I detest such occasions and this dress makes me look like a pompous idiot. I should have stayed at the inn with the children. I'm agreeable with a sword at my back and a dagger on my side... not here."

"You sound just like Geralt." Triss whispered softly. "Don't let it upset you...you know who you are and that's all that matters. If you ask me, you look beautiful in that dress."

Heloiza observed their exchange, then her attention quickly shifted to the children. Gretka and then Millie gave a deep curtsy and held it when she spoke.

"Such charming girls." The princess said, looking towards her courtier, Alina with the faintest of smiles, as she made Rosina break into giggles. "What are your names, children?"

"Gretka."

"And you little one?"

"Millie." Gretka answered again. She pushed back their hoods, revealing a headwrap, stitched with roses. Millie's locks fell down her shoulders.

"Such beautiful hair. Master Hecor would love to style it."

"Master Hecor?"

"Yes. Ah, he's the assistant to the chief royal hairdresser in Kovir. He tends to Marzaiola's hair. I remember once he gave her a classic bob and it was the talk of the month."

"The gossip of the nobles and lords, sounds uninteresting."

"Agreed. You have a beautiful family, sorceress."

"Thank you."

"You must care for them very much."

"I do." Triss looked at Cirilla. "Excuse me, Princess. I need to take the girls to the council's chamber. They'll be safe there."

"They'll be safe anywhere in the palace. Alina and Zarina will see to their care." Heloiza said, commanding her ladies-in-waiting. The woman stepped forward with a small frown. "Please."

"Yes, m'lady." The coutier replied. She tried to collect the children, but Millie and Gretka beat a hasty retreat to Triss's side.

"Don't be afraid. My ladies will care for you until your mother returns. They'll give you whatever you ask." Heloiza bribed, but Millie and Gretka still sought the enchantress's permission.

"Go with them and remember to behave yourselves. No tricks, understand? If anything happens, Gretka, take your sisters and wait for us." Triss whispered before nudging them forward.

"Yes." They answered, as lady Zarina led them both by their hands into the adjourning chamber.

She removed their cloaks and draped them over her arm. The children wore dresses cut to their little bodies. Lined bodice lace at their back, the sleeves cut just below the shoulder. They wore long glovettes secured with finger threaded loops. Fine fur shawls draped over their shoulders. Two beautiful elven oakleaf pendants adorned their necks with greenish-yellow heliodor gemstones at their center. Small branches sprouted along the chain nestling gold leaves and little cabochon gems cut like tiny acorns. Triss heard laughter and the quicken footsteps of the children running from the princess lady-in-waiting.

"Be quiet and get back here, children." Zarina's voice echoed across the chamber, as the girls chased each other screaming loudly.

"Lady Zarina is going to have her hands full with the girls."

"She will find a way to calm them… I must say, it is quite lovely to hear children playing in these halls." Heloiza said. The sudden gaiety of children's laughter made her smile. "My brother and I would play here all day in this room as children. Our mother would send Gaude to fetch us and Tancred and I would torment her by hiding until she grew weary. My brother was more mischievous than me."

"I've heard, Sile mentioned it in passing." Triss replied. She drifted into her own thoughts. The Lodge's plans were… so much has changed.

Heloiza walked across the room to the fireplace and her remaining ladies followed at a distance. Above the polished marble mantle hung an enormous painting of her parents, the King and Queen, Esterad and Zuleyka Thyssen. She curtsy as though they were there standing there before her, then she stood back.

"I remember when our father had this portrait painted. Mother said he looked handsome… My father loved his children, you know? And he loved Kovir. He was murdered by an assassin… and I fear my brother is in danger. An assassin slipped past Kovir's intelligence and the castle guards and nearly killed you. Then there is the betrayal by a Koviri mage. You're the advisor to Kovir's crown. If they can reach you with a witcher's at your side, how can they not get to Tancred? I do not wish to lose my brother to an assassin's knife, sorceress."

"When Tancred asked me to be his advisor, I feared the prosecution of mage's would follow us to Kovir. I also knew it was our only chance if any of us were going to survive and escape Novigrad."

"Mother was always your greatest supporter when Tancred offered to make you his advisor. She always speaks highly of you and all the mages. She said war with Radovid was unavoidable... Redania's coffers are depleted and Kovir's swells. We need mages now more than ever."

"I agree. Kovir needs to be powerful and wealthy. It's scholars have even those of Oxenfurt... magic is part of our world and mages can do good." Triss siad.

"We've attracted the envy of all the north." Heloiza snawered. "Tell me sorceress, how do you mean to keep my brother safe?"

"I can assure you, your highness, after Sigo's betrayal, everyone within reach of your brother has been subjected to extensive magical scans. I won't lose another king. You know what measures I and the council have taken to ensure Tancred's safety. As for an intrusion into the palace, it'd be hard to slip by Kovir's intelligence."

"I know and still I feel uneasy." Heloiza turned and faced the sorceress. "I envy you, sorceress… they say you took to the field when the tides turned on Kovir and set the skies ablaze. The soldiers all speak of how your magic scorched the entire valley, how you defeated Radovid's armies. And you, ashen haired, holding the hill pass with naught but your sword." Heloiza spoke quietly, but Cirilla and Triss said nothing. "Was it as they say? Your witcher galloping onto the field to whisk you out of danger? It's romantic, no?"

"Excuse me, Your Highness." Triss said, her face tightened into a grimace as she stepped away, leaving the princess and Cirilla alone.

"So many died on that field... men and beast… It was horrid and hardly glorious or romantic. The stench of men dying in feces clutching their insides churns the stomach." Cirilla muttered.

Heloiza turned. Her eyes followed Triss as she entered the other room joining Rosina and Alina on the floor. The enchantress pressed her gown beneath her knee, then ran her fingers along the child's face pushing aside her hair.

"It was not my intent to sour her mood."

"It's not your fault, she has a lot on her mind."

"What a fascinating woman… Alina talked about you and the sorceress and your journey on Skellige." Princess Heloiza said.

"You talk about us? Why?" Cirilla asked.

"Mother wanted to know more… she's convinced you are the Nilfgaardian Princess…"

"Eh." Cirilla grunted.

"Your disguise is not fooling anyone, you know? You're heiress to Nilfgaard's crown."

"Stop."

"Alright." Heloiza nodded gracefully, then she began to walk. Her courtiers followed quietly. "I have such fond memories of this place." She mumbled, then took a deep breath. "The scent of pine burning in the fireplace… stirs so many memories. Is it strange to hear me speak of such things, witcher?"

"No."

"You're only being modest. Know that the house of Thyssen is in your debt."

"You owe us nothing." Cirilla answered.

"Rosi's is settled in with Alina. Are you ready, Ciri?" Triss interrupted them.

"Mmhmm."

"Please excuse us, Highness. I have to find my husband, he's out there alone with your nobles."

"Of course, the nobles can be quite burdensome. Please, enjoy the festivities and treats. And you needn't worry about your children..." The Princess said. She removed the skirt of her gown revealing the pants beneath and handed it to her courtier. Suddenly, she had an ordinary demeanor absent the trappings of courtly etiquettes. "...Zarina and Alina will care for them. You have my word."

"Thank you." Triss answered, then bowed. Cirilla stood observing as the princess walked to Alina and Rosina. She knelt beside them to play with her but Rosina ran. Heloiza rose from her knees and followed. "You coming, Ciri?"

"Yes." Cirilla whispered. She slipped a crooked smile and joined Triss beneath the archway.

"What was that about?"

"She was trying to vex me by calling me heiress to Nilfgaard..."

"And that upsetted you?"

"It did"

"Ciri, most of these nobles already know or suspect who you are. Emhrys attempts to find you weren't done solely through his spies. There was enormous political pressure on Kovir. You've made your choice… my letter to Emhyr politely reiterated that choice."

"You sent a letter to Emhyr?"

"I did."

"Ha… he does not like to be told off."

"Nor I. Geralt and I love you regardless. Emhyr already knows sending anyone after you would be a grave miscalculation... I simply meant to remind him of our agreement."

"Agreement?"

"He promised Geralt not to come after us or interfere with your choice."

"Huh… Emhyr can't be trusted."

"Who said I trust him?" Triss asked. Cirilla smiled. "Before we enter, I need to make you understand something… everyone in there will be staring at you… to them everything is about birth rights and titles. Women like us are a rarity…"

"Meaning?"

"It means women who express and impose our will on others… strong will and tethered to only those we choose… that sort of thing. The princess sees in you what she can only hope to be."

"I know."

"Good. Come here." Triss said, embracing her. She kissed, and gently ran her finger along Cirilla's cheek. "Admit it, she fascinates you too."

"I still like to knock her highness on her royal arse." Cirilla answered with a playful gesture.

"Be nice... the Thyssen women are outspoken and very involved in affairs of state."

"Fine." Cirilla threw up her hands and they both laughed. "Do you think they know how much trouble Zizi will give them tonight?"

"I think Alina is able to handle Rosi, but I don't know about Lady Zarina and the girls. She'll have Millie and Gretka playing ladies in waiting before we return to check on them. Here we go, prepare to be gawked at?"

"Why?"

"Look around Ciri, we don't exactly conform."

The Grand Hall…

Triss and Cirilla made their way through an elaborate corridor with large glass windows overlooking the garden and inner courtyard. Between each window were statues of antiquated armor. They reached another grand room with three sets of large double doors made of oak. They entered through the middle door. The room had two large fireplaces on and opposite sides. Draped above the mantel pieces were the heraldics coats of arms of the Thyssens family. At the end of the rooms centered between two great staircases was the old throne.

"We're lost aren't we?" Cirilla asked.

"Of course not." Triss replied.

"Liar."

"Well, maybe just a little." The enchantress said as they walked across the room through another set of heavy doors and into another hall.

"I don't think this is the way." Cirilla laughed.

"It isn't as if I know every nook and cranny, Ciri. I've only visited this palace on three other occasions. We aren't in Pont Vanis. If I recall correctly, these passageways converge near the banquet hall. At the very least it's bound to lead us into the courtyard."

"We're going to wound up in the dungeons."

"Like many of the structures and cities in the north, this palace too was built on old elven ruins, Ciri. Some of the markings are still visible on the floors. If we continue down this hall we'll find our way."

"This place is enormous."

"It is. They say there are canals that wind through the gadens all the way to the lake. I would love to see it for myself someday."

Triss and Cirilla walked to the end of the hall and reached a small room joining the banquet and entry hall. Four of the palace's guards stood watch atop the landing, two more flanked the doors ahead of them.

"I wonder how many treats they've prepared for this occasion."

"You're craving sweets now?"

"I've looked forward to this ball for weeks, Ciri and no amount of guilt is going to change my mind. I mean to try all of them."

"If you eat too many of the treats your waist and hips will grow larger."

"Nonsense… I doubt indulging myself in the simple pleasures would change my figure. Besides, Geralt would still adore me."

"Are you sure? I heard him say how much he's grown fond of your small waist, hips and perfect figure."

"Stop that." Triss said, lightly smacking Cirilla's arms.

"Alright, alright… I was only joking."

"I know you were."

"Well, come on then." Cirilla smiled. The doors opened and Einar the Captain of Tancred's guard, walked in flanked by three other Soldiers.

"Lady Merigold." He spoke as if surprised to see anyone in the hall.

"Hello Einar?" Triss replied.

The captain bowed, as did the other Soldiers, then he gestured with his hand and motioned the others forward. Triss smiled and gave the man a pleasant nod. "I'd be in your debt if you could point us in the direction of the ballroom?"

"This way." He said, leading them through the door.

"I've been meaning to ask… how is Natalia? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Talia is not fond of being waited on hand and foot by the servants, but my mother is inflexible about this. She calls her daughter."

"And what of your father?"

"He is not pleased that Yvette and I will not be married, but it was he who commanded that Talia be brought to our home so she can have proper care. The man is stubborn, but mother's can be persuasive."

"Mother's are often that way." Triss smiled. "So, yours and Yvette's families have come to an agreement?"

"No, but there will be consequences." Einar replied. They reached the doors of the grand hall. "I must leave you, m'lady." He said, bowing gracefully.

Triss returned a slight bow. "We can find our way from here, thank you." She said, before continuing towards the doors.

Inside, the muffled laughter, conversation and music from the bards coalesced in muddled sounds. The guards opened the heavy doors for them and the enchantress entered. A sudden hush fell on the room as the throng of guests fell silent, their eyes fixed on her and Cirilla who began to nervously smoothed her hands along her sides and pressed her belly taking short breaths to keep her mind from wandering.

'It's the sorceress Triss Merigold and the witcher Cirilla.' She heard them whisper.

"Greetings m'ladies." Another woman said, moving aside.

Cirilla nodded politely, then she took a few quick steps to reach Triss's side. The chamber they'd entered was even grander than the others before. Three large candles lit glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling by heavy iron chains. She hastened her strides and for a moment it seemed as though all of the guests were speaking with a single voice.

"Don't be so nervous." Triss whispered, coaxing her along.

"It'd be easier if everyone stopped gawking at us." Cirilla grumbled, holding the loose fabric of her gown.

"I warned you this would happen."

At the center of the room, a few familiar faces of sorceresses and mages they recognized were gathered together. Others were mingling with the guests around them. Triss eyes wandered searching for Geralt. Right of the doors that lead out into the courtyards, she noticed the witcher surrounded by a company of the nobles eager to hear him recount tales of his hunts. Nearby, Keira Metz and Margarita Laux Antille stood amid another eager herd of noblemen and women. False smiles hugged the sorcerer's faces. Both had hoped to be rescued by their witchers, but in that moment Cirilla would do. She went ahead of Triss and interrupted without regard.

"Hello there."

"My knight and shining witcheress." Keira jested, as the man bowed and took their leave. "My dear you saved us from the hounding."

Each, a bouquet of elegance. Lady Laux Antille wore a slim emerald floor length gown with a subtle plunge in-the-neck, and Keira Metz an alluring embroidered bodice with a chiffon skirt and a simple bead necklace.

"You look so beautiful." Cirilla said, hugging each of them briefly.

"And you look enchanting." Margarita replied. "Come here, Cirilla and let me look at you."

She held her hands and kissed her cheek. Cirilla had worn a peach off-shoulder gown with a transparent wrap. Her hands were in wrist-length glovettes, her hair bunched high into tangled loose knots messily cascading down her nape. A witcher's medallion graced her neck on a shortened chain.

"Where are Eskel and Lambert?" She asked them jokingly, but both sorceresses only took an awkward sip from their cups. "Ehem… Eskel and Lambert?" She asked again.

"We aren't joined at the hip, love." Keira quickly answered, but Cirilla rolled her eyes unconvinced.

"They're out, hunting." Margarita said quietly as if to hide her disappointment at the witcher's absence. "Where is Triss?"

"She's over there, trapped in a meaningless conversation." Cirilla turned and pointed to the sorceress standing between a pair of Kovir's aristocracy.

"How long do you think before Geralt comes to rescue her from that mob?" Keira asked. They laughed together, as Cirilla shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm afraid Geralt too is being heckled by the nobles." The sorceress Evelyne said, joining them. She was dressed beautifully in a one-shouldered gown, her hair lay across her right shoulder and on her back. Behind her a young nobleman pacing back and forth as if to summon the courage to approach. Margarita had noticed the man's nervous hesitation when Cirilla appeared, then he nervously turned away as Triss approached their party. They shared a simple yet almost ritual exchange of pleasantries of kisses on each othe's cheeks, then settled.

"Where are your little ones?" Keira asked.

"Alina is caring for them."

"Who?"

"Heloiza's lady in waiting. She went with us when I visited Skellige months ago." Triss answered.

"Will you be visiting New Aretuza before returning to Pont Vanis?"

"Naturally… we have things to discuss, but this isn't the appropriate venue. By the way, Geralt and the children will be accompanying me as my guests." Triss answered. The sorceress Margarita Laux-antille smiled and gave her a polite nod.

"Do you see the young man there?" She asked. Triss glanced over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of the man pacing nervously. "He's taken a liking to Cirilla. His eyes haven't left her since you and her appeared."

"Well, Ciri isn't a child anymore, she is capable of dealing with her admirers."

"Yes, but she's like you... and she's not very subtle when swatting unwanted attention." Margarita murmured.

"Ahem." Triss heard the man clearing his throat before she could respond to Margarita's comments. He bowed respectfully, then spoke with a familiar politeness and reverence. "M'lady, may I?"

The enchantress Keira Metz gave the young man a once over, then she stepped aside allowing him to step forward and face Triss and Cirilla. He bowed again and waited to be acknowledged.

"Yes?" Cirilla said,

"Lady Cirilla… I could gaze at your beauty until the sunrise." He proclaimed, but her reaction quickly soured with a small frown.

"Eh, you've gazed sufficiently, now kindly leave me be."

"Are you not intrigued?"

Cirilla gave the man a cold stare politely rebuffing his overtures, then she turned to Triss with a frown.

"Cirilla isn't intrigued by you because you aren't her birdie…" Margarita chimed in.

"Do you mean to jest?" Cirilla asked. She turned around and noticed the smile on the sorceress's face.

Triss held her belly and laughed quietly. A moment later, another nobleman approached their group. He too bowed in reverence. He was an older gentleman and his jacket bore the crest of one of the smaller noble houses of Kovir. The small pin on his doublet meant he held a formal title of sorts.

"Lady Merigold..." He said, drawing their eyes to him. He reached for her hand, but stopped short as she did not welcome or reciprocate the gesture. "One so delightful, should not be left unattended."

"Is that so?" She asked.

"It's a travesty, m'lady."

"And I supposed you've come to rescue me?"

"I dare not presume."

"If you mean to impress her, you need to hunt a dangerous monster like a leshy or some other foul creature. "

"Suchs things are impossible for all save witchers. I had hoped for something more exquisite. Perhaps a pleasant stroll in the courtyard? We can tour the ice garden and admire the sculptures."

"Well, something less dangerous, then to prove your daring?"

'Stop it before he believes he can win your affections.' Cirilla laughed.

'Well, how else should I get rid of him, then? I could turn him into a boar or something less irritating like a toad for his troubles.' Triss replied in her thoughts.

'It'd give the guest a fright.'

'Now I'm intrigued.'

'You wouldn't."

'I would."

'Don't.'

"Alright… alright."

"M'lady?"

"Thank you sir, but I am expecting someone." Triss said, politely. She kept her poise as the nobleman bowed and slipped away quietly.

"Charming..." Cirilla whispered, leaning against the sorceress. "...but he hasn't got white hair. His face and hands are far too delicate for you and hasn't got many scars."

"Excuse me, I need to go and find my husband."

"Seems he's found you…. your lover is behind you." Evelyne finally spoke. She had witnessed their teasing and fondness in silence.

"Why don't you kiss him to keep trolips away." Keira remarked, they're all eyeing him like a pastry ready to be eaten.

"Don't give her any ideas, she and her witcher haven't got any concept of shame."

"Will you all shut up?" Triss said. She rolled her eyes and turned to meet Geralt.

The witcher greeted them with a nod, then turned his attention to Triss. Decorum and etiquette seemed, had slipped her mind as the enchantress planted her right hand on his face and kissed him. When they parted, she wiped her lips with her thumb.

"Where were you?" Cirilla asked.

"Speaking to the magistrate." Geralt answered, "You look different."

Cirilla frowned.

"Don't mind him, Ciri. You look beautiful."

"Cirilla?" Margarita called to her. "Look over there, Cerys is coming." She said, before taking a sip from her goblet looking over the rim.

Cirilla peered eagerly, but Cerys wasn't there. It was only Count Beledal and Countess approaching them. She turned and composed herself as the sorceresses burst into soft laughter.

"Eh, do you mean to torment me?" Cirilla said, smoothing her gown. Her face was flushed. She closed her eyes and took a long breath, then swiped a goblet of wine from a passing servant's tray and gulped it down. "I'm going to go and hide my face for a while."

"I was only teasing, Cirilla." Margarita said, with the faintest of smiles on her face.

Triss took the goblet from Cirilla and set it on the servant's tray, then she held her hands and whispered something in her ear that made her smile and nod. She kissed her cheek, gently running her finger across her face.

"Greetings." Cirilla turned and acknowledged the count and countess. "Is Clarissa wi—?"

"Clarissa is upstairs in the gallery." Lady Beledal answered, before she could finish her question.

"She's here?" Cirilla asked.

"Yes… she came along." The countess replied, smiling at Cirilla's sudden excitement.

"Excuse me, mother, father." She said to Triss and Geralt asking permission to be excused.

"Go…" Triss replied. "We'll come and find you later."

"Lady Eskel…" The witcher taunted Margarita with a wry smile on her face, then she hurried through the crowd towards the stairs that lead upstairs to the gallery.

"Lady Eskel? Does she mean me?"

"Well, she can't possibly be talking to me." Keira replied, and Margarita feigned a frown rolling her eyes. Triss smiled at their banter. Always composed, Margarita faced took on a rosy hue. SHe sipped from her gobblet and said nothing.

"Lady Merigold… Sorceress." The countess greeted them.

"Lady, Arabella." Triss answered. "Rita, Keira… this is Lady Arabella the count's wife." She introduced the lady first, then greeted the count.

"Can we speak, privately?"

"Of course." Triss replied, excusing herself, then she led the count and lady Arabella to the council's chamber.

Up the stairs, Cirilla reached the large archways to the balcony overlooking the grand hall. She hid beside one of the columns that stood on both sides of the room, watching Clarissa quietly gazing at the guests below. At her side was her attendant, an aged gentleman. He leaned over and whispered something into the young woman's ear and she nodded, then sat upright.

"Hello there." Cirilla spoke.

"Ciri!" Clarissa suddenly came alive. She pushed herself up and tried to stand.

"M'lady, you mustn't." The man said with concern in his voice. He held her arm and helped her back into her seay.

"Are you alright?" Cirilla whispered, coming closer. Clarissa nodded with a smile.

"Beautiful gown." She said, "you look… lovely."

"Pfft… thank you." Cirilla replied as they laughed together.

Below, amidst the throng of people Geralt had managed to escape one noble only to be seized by another as he tried to make his way back to Triss. He listened with mild indifference as he peered across the room. A moment later, he met Triss's eye; she was standing among a swell of nobles and merchants and still her elegance and refinement surpassed them all.

"Well come on then white wolf, tell us how you witchers slew monsters?" One woman said, nudging him.

"With a sword." He answered, firmly. His mind had wandered away from their queries.

"Tell us more." Another woman said.

"Some other time." Geralt replied.

When the witcher lifted his eyes again, Triss had moved again. Now she was standing with a gentleman and his consort. The man was aged, perhaps past his sixtieth year, yet he seemed remarkably hale. Grey hair, flecked with brown, his brow was wrinkled. His lady companion, as all Kovir noblewomen that night, wore a fine gown befitting her status, but unlike the sorceresses whose locks hung openly, a headdress concealed the noblewoman's hair. Like a game, Triss slipped out of his view again when she took a few steps. She shifted her posture unknowingly revealing a glimmer of her smooth honeyed skin beneath her long mane. A tulle-like illusion of jewels covered her back. He could pick out the scent of her fragrance from all the others in the air. The faint scent of roses, sweet yet still subtle. Suddenly her voice hitched, she felt and recognized the rough calloused hands squeezing her waist with a gentle affection.

"I thought I'd have to come looking for you, Geralt?" The enchantress whispered. She canted her body in his arms and smiled at his awful attempt to hold a serious face.

"Witcher, Geralt..." The gentleman she'd been conversing with greeted him.

"Greetings." Geralt replied. Triss smiled then she turned.

"Where are our manners? Ambassador, allow me to introduce my husband, Geralt of Rivia." She said, her voice brimming with pride and confidence. "Geralt, this is Kovir's ambassador to Ofier and the lovely lady at his side is his wife."

"How do you do, witcher?" The woman spoke. "Tis an honor to meet your acquaintance."

"The honor is mine, m'lady." Geralt replied, playing to the niceties of the court. "How is Ofier this time of the year?"

"Unbearably hot. The gatherings in those far away lands do not compare to the magnificent balls of the north and even grander balls of Kovir."

"Come my love, we must not bore the witcher with stories of times long past." The ambassador said. "We take our leave, sorceress, witcher."

Geralt took Triss by her arm as they strolled towards the ballroom together. Inside, twenty chandeliers hung evenly spaced, their branches stretched outward like a great web. Each held a burning oil lamp at its center. The glass crystals cast the variegated marble floor below in an even golden hue. As they walked across the room, his eyes strayed only to her behest when they paused, to greet the other guests.

"Geralt, this gentleman is Kovir's ambassador to Toussaint." Triss introduced him, then pointed out everyone of note in Kovir's politics. Beside the man were his two daughters; a likeness of their mother, or so he'd claimed when last they spoke in Toussaint.

"Met the man once."

"I remember… see the gentleman there?" Triss said again and Geralt turned to look as they moved further into the ballroom.

"He's the magistrate of Narok." The witcher said. "I heard he took a hard stance on the war… even went so far as saying Kovir should expel the mages. Blame you for everything… now, he's a supporter of the mages? I don't buy it."

"People change..."

"Too convenient… what really happened?"

"Well, his wife got sick some months ago and he turned to a young sorceress from Talgar for help. Not surprisingly, she outright refused. I got a message asking the council for help. In the letter, the man pleaded that I intervene. I did, provided he agreed to silence the calls for the expulsion of mages. Not one of my best moments, but those were desperate times."

"I'm not judging, but you never mentioned it before."

"A girl is entitled to some secrets, Geralt."

"Hmm."

"Forgive me... I must be boring you."

"No, I'm listening." The witcher answered.

"Right."

"Truly...tell me something else."

"Alright." She smiled. "See the older gentleman there? He is…"

"Kovir's ambassador to Novigrad."

"You know him?"

"We met at the palace in Pont Vanis."

"Well, what did you think of the man?"

"An odd one. Not much of a talker, but he believes Kovir needs the mages now more than ever."

"Don't make that face." Triss said, laughing inwardly on his arm. "What?"

"I was thinking..." Geralt eyed her, his grin was small and almost unnoticeable. "...nevermind."

"Tell me… what were you thinking about?" Triss replied, listening with added interest.

"Why didn't you pass your messages through the ambassador when you and the other mages were trapped in Novigrad?" Geralt asked.

"Who do you think delivered Tancred's offer for me to be his advisor?" She answered. "I went to great lengths to keep Kovir's involvement a secret. I couldn't afford for Kovir to be implicated in helping me and the other mages before we made our escape. Treaties, neutrality, that sort of thing…"

"And also the enormous political pressure Tancred's support would stir up."

"Of course, that too. The rest, you already know."

"Doesn't matter now."

"True, but it did then." She paused. "What?"

"You look beautiful." Geralt answered. His eyes strayed to her ears adorned with two azure diamonds shaped like teardrops. "New earrings?"

"Changing the subject are we?" Triss stepped back an arms length as he looked on admiringly.

"I didn' want to ruin the evening with questions about the past."

"Don't be silly, you could never ruin our evening."

"Hmm… well, I mean it, you look beautiful."

"Thank you. Geralt." She smiled, then took his arm again.

"A lot of nobility here tonight."

"Mmhmm,war is a minor inconvenience that threatens their power… look there, see that portly gentleman? He's the ambassador to Nazair. Emhyr Var Emreis lets that kingdom's nobility have some semblance of autonomy to quell any idea of another rebellion. Those who weren't massacred at least. The gentleman beside him is Tacred's spymaster in Nilfgaard."

"Not concerned that someone will recognize him?"

"Out here in Kovir and so far from Nilfgaard? Even here Kovir spies are hard at work." Triss replied. Her mood suddenly changed, before they'd reached the other's. She turned to the witcher. "Could you get me something to drink?"

"Wine?"

"Yes... please and take your time."

"Sir, Geralt." A voice sounded from among the guests. It was an officer from the intelligence corps. She closed her eyes and frowned before turning around with her usual sweet smile to face the man. Geralt stood bemused. "May we speak in private, witcher?"

"What is this about?"

"I bring a message at the behest of Duke Vermullen, witcher."

Triss eyed the man, as he bowed from the waist. The sorceress had her suspicion of what his message held, but she did not ask.

"You look exceptionally radiant, Lady Merigold." The officer said, but his praises did nothing to stem her suspicions of him except to test her further.

"Good evening, sir." Triss said. She let her arms slip from the witcher. "I'll excuse myself so the two of you can speak privately."

"I think this involves us." Geralt barked.

"It does, but you're my husband not my servant to command. You know how I feel about these matters. I have nothing further to say and trust you to do what you decide is best. Come and find me when you're finished."

Geralt stepped forward and followed the officer to the far corner of the ballroom. They slipped behind a large coat of arms draped along the wall. Behind it was a hidden passage that led to a quiet chamber where they could speak without the prying eyes and ears. When the man finished the witcher returned to the ballroom. Inside, he ignored the peals of laughter listening for Triss's soft chuckles. He found her standing with a small gathering of the guests. A noblewoman stood delivering a breathless sermon, but she could barely get to its end as the other nobles laughed with each telling. Geralt caught the sorceress's gaze; the flames from the chandeliers above made her tresses shine chestnut. He took two goblets of wine from the tray of a servant walking by, then stood quietly behind a twosome of noblemen who made eyes at her.

"Geralt." A man's voice called. It appeared as though he'd come from thin air. Fate, it seems, was conspiring to keep him from reaching the sorceress. "We've have never been formally introduced, but—"

"Malvin of Malleore." Geralt interrupted.

"This one, is my nephew." Malvin introduced the young gentleman before him and Geralt nodded, taking a few steps to reach Triss. "Tell me witcher, do you enjoy the pleasure of good company or do you attend such things as formality?"

"Good company is not bad… formalities are necessary. I'm here to have a pleasant evening with Triss."

"You're Lady Merigold's guest?" The younger gentleman asked. His eyes held a mixture of doubt and contempt.

"The witcher is the lady's husband." Malvin answered.

"The Fire of Kovir? Such ample bosom and delicate skin, her beauty rivals." The young man continued as if mindless to his uncle's words.. "To know such a woman... ah the sweet poison that takes hold of the mind when she speaks like the sirens of the old tales."

"Forgive the boy's ignorance, Geralt. He pursues a fool's errand."

"Ah but uncle… had I the courage, I'd chart a course for the rocks where such a woman waits... yet I fear the harsh seas."

"Then perhaps you're not a complete fool." Malvin replied.

"Hmm." Geralt grunted, hinting a slight annoyance. "You want a rose but fear the prickly thorns on it..."

"A simple assertion..." The man replied.

"Simple, is often the truth." Geralt answered.

"And you witcher, do you prefer the rose or the thorns? A rose absent its thorns remains special still." Malvin added, studying Geralt's expression.

"A rose without its thorns is a scarred flower… a rose with too many thorns is unpleasant to hold. I have the perfect rose."

"Well spoken, witcher." Malvin remarked.

Geralt placed the goblets of wine he was holding in the young nobleman's hand, who in turn quickly set them aside on a passing servant's tray. A half smile crept on Triss's face as if she'd heard his confession. Her blush deepened as he came closer. She tried to introduce him to the guests around her, but ridding himself of all etiquette, he stepped between a twosome of noblemen and took her by her waist.

"What are you doing?" The enchantress asked in soft protest, as he tore her away. She felt the familiar pleasant sting of his fingers on her skin and smiled as he leaned forward slightly showing his intent. She cupped his face, fingers splayed caressing his cheeks, her lips moved the tiniest bit as if to say something before Geralt claimed her lips.

"My my, these two are not very subtle." One noblewoman said and another laughed.

"Excuse us." Triss said to the noblewomen as she and Geralt parted. She wiped his lips with her thumb, then took his arm. "We'll be taking our leave to enjoy the rest of the evening."

They slipped through the crowd together arm in arm, though not unnoticed; nodding from time to time as the other guests greeted them with deep reverence. The room was crowded.

"I hope you're not angry with me for kissing you in front of all those people."

"Don't you dare ruin the mood with that." She whispered to him. "Why would I ever be?"

"I thought..."

"I've said this before, I am not ashamed of being seen in your arms. I am in love with you... I'll always be in love with you and nothing you do or say will ever change that. Though should I expect this to become your thing?"

"What?"

"You, tearing me away from my conversations. I'm not complaining, witcher but I know when something is going on in that head of yours."

"No."

"Yes." The sorceress stopped. She turned and faced him. "So are you saying that was just a pleasant surprise?"

"Mmhmm."

"Really? If I didn't know you well, I'd accept that answer." She replied, then flicked his chin. "Tell me, what happened? Who were you hoping to vex? I mean… don't mistake my curiosity... when you kissed me back there in front of those noblewomen, it felt good seeing the look on their faces..."

"Want me to warn you next time?"

"No. I enjoy these surprises." Triss answered clutching the front of his doublet. Geralt wrapped his arms around her pulling her close to him. Her cheeks were pinked under his scrutinizing stare. "You don't need my permission." kiss his lips again.

"I know, just teasing." He murmured.

She tipped toe and kissed his lips again. Their second kiss was more intimate though fleeting, and soon they found themselves away from the throngs.

"You look handsome by the way." Triss remarked. She'd been meaning to say it since they left. "I relish these moments…"

"Why? Because you get me into doublets?"

"Partly, but I also get to attend these banquets with you. I dress up and you squirm and scratch at your doublet looking miserable, all just for me."

"I wasn't squirming."

"Oh yes you were."

"It was itchy."

"No it isn't." The enchantress answered. Her soft laugh was a melody filling his ears and drowning out the sounds of the other guests. "I need to try these."

She took a chocolate-souffle from a tray of twelve different treats and bit into it, then she placed the remaining one in his mouth. Geralt took a bite. She wiped his lips and raked her finger with her teeth before licking it.

"It's good."

"Not concerned about your waist?"

"Are you joking? I'm not denying myself the pleasure of trying every treat tonight."

"Over indulge and you'll be sick..."

"Now you're beginning to sound like Ciri. You'd love me still even if I were to gain a few inches on my waist won't you, lover?"

"Mmhmm." Geralt murmured his answer, pinching her chin with his fingers. He ran the tip of his finger along her collarbone and lifted her elvish shield charmed necklace bringing her to a blush. Five smaller shields detailed with elvish marking fanned around roses and gems like dragon scales. Her skin held the sweetness of her enticing fragrance.

"Look around Geralt, all the noble houses of Kovir are represented tonight. The military officers are all sons of the nobility… exceptions to those who made it through the ranks on their achievements and merits. Not saying the others didn't but any and everyone who's anyone is here if not at the eastern front." She was speaking, then suddenly they were interrupted.

"A beautiful evening. Would you do me the honor?" An eager voice echoed from beside them and she turned to greet it. A man bowed at the waist and lifted his eyes. He reached for the enchantress's hand, but she did not offer it.

"And you are?"

"Will you give me the honor of this dance, m'lady..."

"No." Triss hissed, before the man could finish his words. She hid her fury. "Don't you see I am with someone or do you mean to be rude?"

"I presumed the witcher was your guard."

"You can't be serious. Do I appear to be in need of a guard, sir?" Triss barked, her face twisted with a slight anger. "It's rude... to present yourself believing you're entitled to a dance."

"Forgive my lack of decorum... It was not my intent to offend you, m'lady." He said, bowing politely.

"What your intentions were are irrelevant… your interruptions are unwelcomed."

"A good evening to you sorceress, and to you master witcher." The gentlemen said before taking his leave.

Before his presence wore off another gentleman appeared.

"Most men would keep such a rarity of a woman hidden from the world." He proclaimed.

"I would, if I were most men." Geralt answered. "

"I've grown weary of these flatteries." Said to the man. "More than a few of the nobles in this room would stick the knife in my back and twist it, if it were to give them the chance at a higher status or favor. Why don't we dispense this charade of courtesy?"

"Very well." He answered.

A moment went by as they stood in uninterrupted silence, then Geralt spoke.

"What about my flattery, have you grown tired of them?"

"I'd never tire of your sly tongue, my dear wolf." Triss answered, then turned to him, absent any sign of the frown that contorted her face moments before. "Although, we could find other uses for your tongue before the night is over."

A small smile crawled across the witcher's face. He offered his hand, "Care to have the first dance of the evening with me, m'lady or would you prefer a stroll in the garden?"

"Love to, sir." Triss said, playing along.

Geralt offered his arm and she took it. They walked towards the door and out onto the terrace overlooking the garden. It was a frozen maze of hedges with lit braziers warming the seating areas. They slipped into the maze together and found a quiet place to sit. The witcher put his arms around her.

"We should go back inside. It's cold." He said, offering his arm.

As they neared the stairs that lead up and onto the terrace, the sorceress Margarita voice pierced the surrounding silence.

"Having trouble keeping the noblemen at bay with your smile, or do you mean to escape with your husband?"

"Oh hello Rita. Have you seen the others?"

"They're inside." Margarita replied. "Supercilious creatures, these nobles. Conversations have become rather dull."

"I can't disagree."

"For a moment I feared you were going to turn those men into toads for their arrogance."

"Oh, you saw that. The thought had crossed my mind."

"Everyone saw you flick them away like unpleasant pests. Not very subtle."

"I'd have been more subtle if they were in fact pests. I don't care for their interruptions, Rita."

"Yes, I've noticed. This is the politics of Kovir's court, Triss. Perhaps you should remove your charming glow and cast a spell that screams, fuck off to everyone except your lover." Margarita chimed.

"Are you finished?"

"Charming temper… someone's angry." Margarita laughed. "Come on, the others are waiting."

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Sometime Later...

The soft songs of the troubadours suddenly ceased with the awkward plucking of the string on the lute, as trumpeters appeared and lined the passageway of the king's entrance into the ballroom. The nobles moved to take positions in anticipation of Tancred's arrival. Soon, soldiers of the royal guard clad in the colors of the cavalry entered in a courtly rehearsed procession to line the center. An announcer stepped forward, bowing as the sorceress took their places. His rigid stance signaled the first trumpet to begin a fanfare. It was followed by another, and a third echoing throughout the chamber.

"His Majesty, King Tancred of Kovir and Poviss!" He announced.

All of the guests bowed to the heralding of trumpets as Tancred descended the stairs onto the floor of the ballroom. Then he ordered an even grandier announcement for his sister and the throng bowed again as Princess Heloiza entered the chamber. At her side were three of her five maids of honor. Triss looked up. She was expecting the next announcement to come. Another ring of fanfare, then a second door opened and in walked the shieldmaidens of Skellige and Queen Cerys.

"His Majesty King Tancred welcomes her Majesty the Queen of Skellige, Cerys An Craite." Said a gentleman of the court.

Tancred bowed at the waist. He greeted the Skelligan Queen as it was the etiquette, then he stepped forward and welcomed her party to his court. She recognized each of the shieldmaidens. Vigdis, their commander, remained at Cerys' side as the others took position with Tancred royal guards.

"I hope you'll enjoy the merriment, Queen Cerys." Tancred said, welcoming her.

"Aye, tis a fancy ball ye're having, but ah dinnae care fer all yer fancy titles. Ye can just call me Cerys or Sparrowhawk."

"I cannot. You're the Queen of Skellige and you're to be regarded with that honor."

"Aye… suit yerself then."

"Welcome to Lan Exeter, Queen Cerys of Skellige." Princess Heloiza said as she bowed from the waist before approaching her brother and Cerys.

"Princess." Cerys greeted.

"Is there truth to what they say about your people?"

"Ah dinnae know what they say bout me people."

"You're masters of the seas and Redanians fear your longships."

"Aye…" Cerys answered, and Heloiza smiled with a simple nodd.

Tancred offered his arm and Cerys took it. Together they walked toward the center of the ballroom. The nobles bowed stepping aside, servants moved between the throng carrying trays with goblets of wine. The troubadours continued playing and couples returned to dancing.

"I've ordered the chefs and bakers to prepare the finest." Tancred said. A servant stepped forward with a tray of ale and mead. "Try it, Majesty.. It's Skellige honey mead."

Cerys took the goblet and sampled the drink.

"Well?"

"Tis a fine attempt."

Above them on the balcony overlooking the ballroom, Cirilla and Clarissa were locked in laughter. A young man approached them, the fourth of the evening, asking her to dance, but the servant politely turned him away. Cirilla stood with her back against the marble pillar, peering down at the ballroom below when she caught Cerys eyes.

"Majesties." Geralt acknowledged the King, Princes and Queen Cerys as they approached him and Triss.

"Geralt." Cerys said.

"You know the witcher?" Tancred asked.

"Aye… Geralt's no stranger to Skellige. Ah've known em, since ah were a babe." Cerys answered. Her attention was drawn away from Tancred up to the balcony again, but Cirilla was gone. Tancred looked up, but there was no one there.

"Your Majesty." Triss said, bowing. "I hope your journey was uneventful."

"Aye, it was." Cerys smiled.

She remained as Tancred's guest through the evening and through social gatherings. When the banquet began an opportunity arose to slip away and she took it. Matters of state had forced Tancred to excuse himself from the ball so she went to find Geralt and Triss. Cerys found them beside the marble statues below the balcony where Cirilla and the young Beledal girl were standing.

"Greetings again, highness. Have you seen Ciri? She's here somewhere."

"Nay, ah was bout to ask ye that."

"Your lover is upstairs in the gallery." Margarita chimed in. Cerys' threw her hips, her face went flush, she tried to speak, then stopped herself. The sorceress's teasing provoked a reaction from her shieldmaiden Vigdis who laughed then quickly regained her composure. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable… Ciri is in the gallery above us... up the stairs there."

"Come Cerys, don't mind her… I'll show you the way." Triss said.

The Skelligan Queen turned and took a few steps before stopping to compose herself. Vigdis bowed politely to Margarita and the ther sorceresses then she too turned to follow. The evening was waning as they went upstairs to the gallery.

"What are you two doing?" Triss asked, entering the gallery.

"Talking about horses." Cirilla answered. She turned and noticed Cerys standing there.

"Lady Merigold." Clarissa whispered. She sat upright in her chair and straightened her posture.

"Hello Clarissa, how are you?"

"Well, m'lady." The young woman answered. She tried to stand but found her legs unsteady.

She offered her hand tugging on Cirilla gown to get her attention, then she threw her arms and clutched the sorceress in a tight embrace. Triss held her for a moment, before helping the young woman back into her seat. She leaned in and whispered into Clarissa's ear, her warm motherly self appeared as the young woman buried her face in her palms.

Cirilla stood nervously, until Triss patted her back and nudged her forward.

"Go to her and stop being shy." She whispered.

Cirilla took a few long strides, her hands were at her side. Her breath was heavy. She felt herself smiling. Suddenly, her gown felt restricting or she'd leapt onto Cerys who held her as if they had been apart for years, then she kissed her. It started softly, their lips barely touched when Cirilla kissed her back, meeting her lips with even more craving. When they parted, there was laughter and whispers between them.

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Everyone is watching us and I don't want to turn around."

"Pfft, ah think we've spilt the milk." Cerys said. She hadn't let Cirilla out of her arms, they were still together, when she leaned back admiring her gown.

"You smell nice."

"Aye, and ye look lovely."

"Stop that… what are you doing here?"

"Yer mom came to fetch me. When she said ye'll be wearing a dress ah had to see fer meself."

"Triss?"

"Aye… Ermion will be coming here tomorrow… we've got a meeting with Tancred, then ah'll be on me way back to Skellige."

"Why don't you come with me to Pont Vanis… just us… for a few days, maybe a week. I've missed you."

"Ah don't know, Ciri…"

"You can't say no to me… Vigdis and your shieldmaidens can go back to Skellige. Say yes?"

"Alright." Cerys whispered.

"That was easy."

"Tis because ah've missed ye more than ye know?"

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Thanks for reading this chapter. It's been a long while. I apologize it took me this long to post a new chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think I am always looking forward to improving my writing and ideas.