Cahir Quotes

And you? Don't you have dreams now?' 'I do,' he said bitterly. 'But seldom since we crossed the Yaruga. And I remember nothing after waking. Something has ended in me, Cahir. Something has burned out. Something has ruptured in me . . .' 'Never mind, Geralt. I shall dream for both of us.

I am very tired. I watched the death of my friends who followed me here to the end of the world. They came to rescue your daughter. Not even knowing her. Apart from Cahir, none of them even knew Ciri. But they came here to rescue her. For there was something in her that was decent and noble. And what happened? They found death. I consider that unjust. And if anyone wants to know, I don’t agree with it. Because a story where the decent ones die and the scoundrels live and carry on doing what they want is full of shit. I don’t have any more strength, Emperor.

Cahir, wrinkling his brow imperiously, shouted back something menacing about imperial service, backing up his words with the classically military and ever effective ‘for fuck’s sake’.

- A ty? Ty nie miewasz już snów? - Miewam - powiedział z goryczą. - Ale od przekroczenia Jarugi bardzo rzadko. I w ogóle ich nie pamiętam po przebudzeniu. Coś się we mnie skończyło, Cahir. Coś się wypaliło. Coś się we mnie urwało... - To nic, Geralt. Ja będę śnił za nas obu.

For the moment, I am relying on the authority of Cahir aep Ceallach, the only soldier in our company-and Cahir confirmed that winning battles by means of a rapid escape from the battlefield is permissible from the point of view of most military doctrines.

The hell with all of you, you cooperative fellowship of idiots, united by a common goal which none of you understand. And the hell with me too.’ This time the others, following Cahir’s example, also remained tactfully silent. Dandelion, Maria Barring, also known as Milva, and Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy. ‘What a company I ended up with,’ Geralt continued, shaking his head. ‘Brothers in arms! A team of heroes! What have I done to deserve it? A poetaster with a lute. A wild and lippy half-dryad, half-woman. A vampire, who’s about to notch up his fifth century. And a bloody Nilfgaardian who insists he isn’t a Nilfgaardian.’ ‘And

Thus on the tenth day of September we all crossed to the left bank of the Yaruga, only once being hailed by the guard, at whom Cahir, wrinkling his brow imperiously, shouted back something menacing about imperial service, backing up his words with the classically military and ever effective 'for fuck's sake'. Before anyone had time to grow curious about us, we were already on the left bank of the Yaruga and deep in the Riverdell forest...

Geralt ha capito al volo, Cahir crede di aver capito, io chiedo in maniera esplicita un chiarimento, ma prima mi si ordina di tacere, poi mi sento dire che non c'è bisogno che capisca. Grazie. Vent'anni al servizio della poesia sono un periodo abbastanza lungo per sapere che ci sono cose che o si capiscono al volo, anche senza parole, o non si capiranno mai.

ah' the troubadour said, nodding. 'Ah. Geralt understood right away and Cahir thinks he understands. I, naturally demand to be enlightened, but first I'm told to be quiet, and then I hear there's no need for me to understand. Thank you. twenty years in the service of poetry, long enough to know there are things you either understand at once, even without words; or you'll never understand them.' the vampire smiled. 'I don't know anyone,' he said, 'who could have put it more elegantly.

We shan’t know,’ Cahir chipped in, ‘until we find out.