[The queen continues her low chant and pulls her hands apart.]

Magic has a great many applications. My uncle taught me much. He's Captain of Borrel's military branch, and a very effective one at that. He called this particular trick the mage's lash.

[While Ellya is still looking at the bound Witcher on the floor, her words are for Yennefer. One hand raises high over her head, a glow of magical power around it. She snaps it down quickly with a few softly spoken words. There's a slice of wind through the throne room and Geralt will feel as though struck with a powerful lash.]