Something incredible happens to Ciri's face as he lists his goals and repeats his oath; her eyes light and for the first time her smile is nothing but genuine pleasure.

"A witcher," she says, triumphant. "Or something like one, anyway – more selfless, undoubtedly, something more than just a monster hunter, but – oh yes, I know this." The line of her smile turns wistful but no less brilliant.

"The man who raised me – and his brothers in arms – was something very similar."