Yennefer And Ciri Quotes

Hmm…’ Ciri bit her lower lip, then leaned over and put her eye closer to the hole. ‘Madam Yennefer is standing by a willow… She’s plucking leaves and playing with her star. She isn’t saying anything and isn’t even looking at Geralt… And Geralt’s standing beside her. He’s looking down and he’s saying something. No, he isn’t. Oh, he’s pulling a face… What a strange expression…’ ‘Childishly simple,’ said Dandelion, finding an apple in the grass, wiping it on his trousers and examining it critically. ‘He’s asking her to forgive him for his various foolish words and deeds. He’s apologising to her for his impatience, for his lack of faith and hope, for his obstinacy, doggedness. For his sulking and posing; which are unworthy of a man. He’s apologising to her for things he didn’t understand and for things he hadn’t wanted to understand—’ ‘That’s the falsest lie!’ said Ciri, straightening up and tossing the fringe away from her forehead with a sudden movement. ‘You’re making it all up!’ ‘He’s apologising for things he’s only now understood,’ said Dandelion, staring at the sky, and he began to speak with the rhythm of a balladeer. ‘For what he’d like to understand, but is afraid he won’t have time for… And for what he will never understand. He’s apologising and asking for forgiveness… Hmm, hmm… Meaning, conscience, destiny? Everything’s so bloody banal…’ ‘That’s not true!’ Ciri stamped. ‘Geralt isn’t saying anything like that! He’s not even speaking. I saw for myself. He’s standing with her and saying nothing…’ ‘That’s the role of poetry, Ciri. To say what others cannot utter.’ ‘It’s a stupid role. And you’re making everything up!’ ‘That is also the role of poetry. Hey, I hear some raised voices coming from the pond. Have a quick look, and see what’s happening there.’ ‘Geralt,’ said Ciri, putting her eye once more to the hole in the wall, ‘is standing with his head bowed. And Yennefer’s yelling at him. She’s screaming and waving her arms. Oh dear… What can it mean?’ ‘It’s childishly simple.’ Dandelion stared at the clouds scudding across the sky. ‘Now she’s saying sorry to him.

Madam Yennefer, Forgive me. I'm riding to Hirundum because I want to see Geralt. I want to see him before I start school. Forgive my disobedience, but I must. I know you'll punish me, but I don't want to regret my indecision and hesitation. If I'm to have regrets, let them be for deeds and actions. I'm an enchantress. I seize life by the scruff of the neck. I'll return when I can. - Ciri

Yennefer looked her in the eyes and Ciri shrivelled under the gaze. “The saying goes,” said the magician slowly, “that the night brings solutions. But in your case, Surprise, the only thing night can bring is yet another nightmare.

Spokojnie, spokojnie, malutka, tylko mi nie mdlej. Jestem przy tobie. Jestem przy tobie... córeczko. Trzymaj chustkę. Zaraz wyczaruję lód...

Ciri była już na schodach, gdy jeszcze raz usłyszała głos Yennefer. Czarodziejka stała przy kolumnie, opierając o nią czoło. - Kocham cię, córeczko - powiedziała niewyraźnie. - Biegnij.

Тогда скажи, о чем они разговаривают? Объясни, что все это значит! – Взгляни еще раз в пролом и посмотри, что они делают. – Хм-м-м… – Цири закусила верхнюю губу, потом наклонилась к отверстию. – Госпожа Йеннифэр стоит у вербы… Обрывает листики и даже не смотрит на Геральта… А Геральт, опустив голову, стоит рядом. И что-то говорит. Нет, молчит. Ой, ну и рожица у него… Ну и странная же… – Все по-детски просто. – Лютик отыскал в траве яблоко, вытер о брюки и критически осмотрел. – Сейчас он просит простить ему всякие глупые слова и поступки. Просит простить за нетерпение, за недостаток веры и надежды, за упрямство, за ожесточение. За капризы и позы, недостойные мужчины. Просит простить за то, что когда-то не понимал, за то, что не хотел понять… – Все это неправдивая неправда! – Цири выпрямилась и резким движением откинула челку со лба. – Все ты выдумал! – Просит простить за то, что понял лишь теперь, – продолжал Лютик, уставившись в небо, а в его голосе послышались ритмы, свойственные балладам. – Что хочет понять, но боится: а вдруг да не успеет… И может даже быть, что не поймет уже. Извиняется и просит прощения… Прощения… Хм… Значения… Сомнения… Предназначения. Все банально, холера… – Неправда! – топнула ногой Цири. – Геральт вовсе так не говорит. Он… он вообще молчит. Я же видела. Он стоит там с ней и молчит… – В том-то и состоит роль поэзии, Цири. Говорить о том, о чем другие молчат. – Дурацкая она, твоя роль. Все ты выдумываешь! – И в этом тоже состоит роль поэзии. Ой, я слышу у пруда возбужденные голоса. А ну выгляни быстренько, взгляни, что там деется. – Геральт, – Цири снова заглянула в щель, – стоит опустив голову. А Йеннифэр страшно кричит на него. Кричит и размахивает руками. Ой-ей… Что бы это значило? – Детский вопрос. – Лютик снова глянул на плывущие по небу облака. – Теперь она просит у него прощения.

They rode straight from Hirundum to Thanedd: Geralt, Yennefer, Ciri and Dandelion.

But am I suitable? Will I find sufficient strength of character to rid myself of my grudges against the people who took Ciri from me, cruelly beat a man who is dear to me, and packed—” “I am certain,” the she-elf interrupted, “that you will find sufficient strength of character, Yennefer. I

But am I suitable? Will I find sufficient strength of character to rid myself of my grudges against the people who took Ciri from me, cruelly beat a man who is dear to me, and packed—” “I am certain,” the she-elf interrupted, “that you will find sufficient strength of character, Yennefer.

What is there between you and Geralt, Lady Yennefer?” Ciri almost fainted, horrified at her own impertinence, chilled by the silence which followed the question. The enchantress slowly approached her, placed her hands on her shoulders, looked her in the eyes from up close—and deeply. “Longing,” she answered gravely. “Regret. Hope. And fear. Yes, I don’t think I have omitted anything.

Magic,” Yennefer continued after a while, “is, in some people’s opinion, art. Great, elitist art, capable of creating beautiful and extraordinary things. Magic is a talent granted to only a chosen few. Others, deprived of talent, can only look at the results of the artists’ works with admiration and envy, can admire the finished work while feeling that without these creations and without this talent the world would be a poorer place. The fact that, following the Conjunction of the Spheres, some chosen few discovered talent and magic within themselves, the fact that they found Art within themselves, is the blessing of beauty. And that’s how it is. Those who believe that magic is art are also right.” On the long bare hill which protruded from the heath like the back of some lurking predator lay an enormous boulder supported by a few smaller stones. The magician guided her horse in its direction without pausing her lecture. “There are also those according to whom magic is a science. In order to master it, talent and innate ability alone are not enough. Years of keen study and arduous work are essential; endurance and self-discipline are necessary. Magic acquired like this is knowledge, learning, the limits of which are constantly stretched by enlightened and vigorous minds, by experience, experiments and practice. Magic acquired in such a way is progress. It is the plough, the loom, the watermill, the smelting furnace, the winch and the pulley. It is progress, evolution, change. It is constant movement. Upwards. Towards improvement. Towards the stars. The fact that following the Conjunction of the Spheres we discovered magic will, one day, allow us to reach the stars. Dismount, Ciri.” Yennefer approached the monolith, placed her palm on the coarse surface of the stone and carefully brushed away the dust and dry leaves. “Those who consider magic to be a science,” she continued, “are also right. Remember that, Ciri. And now come here, to me.” The girl swallowed and came closer. The enchantress put her arm around her. “Remember,” she repeated, “magic is Chaos, Art and Science. It is a curse, a blessing and progress. It all depends on who uses magic, how they use it, and to what purpose. And magic is everywhere. All around us. Easily accessible. It is enough to stretch out one’s hand. See? I’m stretching out my hand.