““We know each other,” he agreed. “They say that you follow in my steps.” “I go my own way. But you, you had never, until just now, looked behind you. You turned back today for the first time.” Geralt remained silent. Tired, he had nothing to say. “How... How will it happen?” he asked her at last, coldly and without emotion. “I will take you by the hand,” she replied, looking him straight in the eye. “I will take you by the hand and lead you across the meadow, through a cold and wet fog.” “And after? What is there beyond the fog?” “Nothing,” she replied, smiling. “After that, there is nothing.””
