Ciri's returning smile is sharp. "You could try," she agrees, "but if nothing else it would make quite a large mess, and I don't think it would help. So I am glad you don't intend to kill me."

She sits back, spreads her hands. "But I don't know how much information I can give you. I have no recollection of prophesying anything, let alone the doom of someone I had never met."