He broke off, seeing a small, very slim, mousy-haired creature walking slowly behind the boys. The little girl looked at him and he saw the huge eyes as green as spring grass, shining like two little stars. He say the girl suddenly start, run…He heard her shrill, piercing cry.
"Geralt!"
The Witcher turned away from his horse with a swift, agile movement and ran to meet her. Yurga stared open-mouthed. He had never thought a man could move so quickly.
They came together in the centre of the farmyard. The mousy-haired girl in a grey dress. And the white-haired Witcher with a sword on his back, all dressed in black leather, gleaming with silver. The Witcher bounding softly, the girl trotting, the Witcher on his knees, the girl's thin hands around his neck, the mousy hair on his shoulders. Goldencheeks shrieked softly. Yurga hugged his rosy-cheeked wife when she cried out softly, pulling her towards him without a word, and gathered up and hugged the boys.
"Geralt!" the little girl repeated, clinging to the Witcher's chest. "You've found me! I knew you would! I always knew! I knew you'd find me!"
"Ciri," said the Witcher.
Yurga could not see his face hidden among the mousy hair. He saw hand in black gloves squeezing the girl's back and shoulders.
"You found me! Oh, Geralt! I was waiting all the time! For so very long…We'll be together now, won't we? Now we'll be together, won't we? Geralt! Forever! Say it!"
"Forever, Ciri."
"It's like they said, Geralt! It's like they said! Am I your destiny? Say it! Am I your destiny?"
Yurga saw the Witcher's eyes. And was very astonished. He heard his wife's soft weeping, felt the trembling of her shoulders. He looked at the Witcher and waited, tensed, for his answer. He knew he would not understand it, but he waited for it. And heard it.
"You're much more than that, Ciri. Much more."
Sword of Destiny, "Something More"
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