Chapter 23 - WacławHe doesn’t deserve this.
KATIÔN SAT, STUNNED, ON THE SOLITARY CHAIR within the now emptied tent. It was quiet except the occasional cry from the camp beyond as he stared down at his trembling hands.
Once the clan commanders had agreed to hand over the horses, they had left me alone with Xobas and the marzban. I had reluctantly told Katiôn everything that had happened during the battle. For minutes after, he hadn’t spoken a word.
“I could accept him being like you,” Katiôn whispered, finally breaking the silence. “But for him to turn against his family, against me…” He shook his head. “Bidaês helped the Astiwie slaughter our warriors, our people, because he wanted to rule? Why? He was to be our next great commander…”
I felt his sorrow as I knelt beside him and uncover
