When she was introduced to the Nilfgaardian sorceresses, Fringilla stopped on Yennefer’s violet eyes. Her eyes were tired and surrounded by dark circles and even makeup could not hide the fact.
‘We know each other,’ she said, touching an obsidian star at her throat.
The room suddenly fell into a silence full of anticipation.
‘We have seen each other before,’ Yennefer repeated.
‘I do not remember.’ Fringilla stared back.
‘I am not surprised. I, however, I have a good memory for faces and silhouettes. I saw you on Sodden Hill.’
‘And therefore there can be no mistake,’ Fringilla Vigo proudly raised her head and ran her eyes over everyone. ‘I was on the hill at Sodden.’
Philippa Eilhart anticipated the response.
‘I was also there,’ she said, ‘and I remember too, many things. I
