Geralt starts, a flicker crossing His expression. That is not something he foresaw. How could anyone know of Ciri's bloodline? Calanthe had hidden it for two generations. He'd discovered it entirely by accident. ]
The mage was there when you...had your vision. You called for me. It came through the broken monolith. [ He frowns. ] I never told him who you were. He's a historian, not a court mage.
[ Putting together her strange connection with the monoliths and that she is the same girl in his care is one thing; knowing of her Elder Blood is another. Where would he have found that information? Not here. Yennefer doesn't know—no one does. Only he and Ciri. Istredd must've continued searching on the Continent for answers. And found them. (For what purpose?)
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Geralt starts, a flicker crossing His expression. That is not something he foresaw. How could anyone know of Ciri's bloodline? Calanthe had hidden it for two generations. He'd discovered it entirely by accident. ]
The mage was there when you...had your vision. You called for me. It came through the broken monolith. [ He frowns. ] I never told him who you were. He's a historian, not a court mage.
[ Putting together her strange connection with the monoliths and that she is the same girl in his care is one thing; knowing of her Elder Blood is another. Where would he have found that information? Not here. Yennefer doesn't know—no one does. Only he and Ciri. Istredd must've continued searching on the Continent for answers. And found them. (For what purpose?)
His gaze fixes on Ciri. ] Did he threaten you?