Chapter 10
The Children of the Priest-King
Antomír rushed back to town from the cavern with the Living Water, Veles barely keeping up behind him. It was already passing high noon, and the spring festivities were reaching a boiling point. Antomír joined the main path to Ghavan Town from a dirt road that ran through tall alders and birches. By now, hundreds of bird-shaped breads hung from every tree. Some of them even had small bells attached to the wings, and Ghavan’s frequent sea-gusts made the path ring with chimes of different timbres. The breads almost looked like living birds. Of course, that was the point. The more breads the women baked—and the more realistic they were—the faster spring would come. Or so said the old Vasylli tradition.
No sooner had Antomír entered the village pro
