Chapter 8 – WacławWhether it’s in Dwie Rzeki or with the clans, everyone gives me that same look.
I PULLED UP MY CLOAK’S HOOD, but it provided little anonymity as I passed through our camp. With my light skin, I stuck out among the Zurgowie and Simukie. They eyed me wherever I went. I hadn’t figured out yet if it was out of curiosity, fear, or resentment. All I knew was that my hair rose under their fierce gazes.
The flickering of campfires sent shadows across the ground as I crept toward a dense patch of fir trees alongside the trail. Though our tent had given the group privacy before, it wasn’t built for such a narrow mountain pass, and everyone but the clan commanders had resorted to smaller tents or sleeping on unprotected bed rolls until we reached Astiwie lands. Anyone could overhe
