'I'm a wizard. Wizards are malicious and impudent.'
No words. Silence. Stillness in the air. Close humidity as if before a storm. And silence, this time broken by the distant croaking of ravens and crows.
'There are more and more of them.' Ciri looked upwards. 'They're flying and flying . . . Like in autumn . . . Hideous birds . . . The priestesses say that it's a bad sign . . . An omen, or something. What is an omen, Lady Yennefer?'
'Look it up in Dhu Dwimmermorc. There's a whole chapter on the subject.'
Silence.
'Lady Yennefer . . .'
'Oh, hell. What is it now?'
'It's been so long, why isn't Geralt . . . Why isn't he coming?'
'He's forgotten about you, no doubt, ugly one. He's found himself a prettier girl.'
'Oh, no! I know he hasn't forgotten! He couldn't have! I know t
