Chapter 10 – WacławWas it a mistake to trust him?
I RODE ALONE the day after I had revealed the truth to Bidaês. From the moment I’d woke, Narcyz had muttered endlessly about my choice to invite him on our journey, despite his initial agreement to let him come. His complaints usually mattered little to me—especially after a moon of hearing nothing but them—but this one had me unsettled.
Our third day in the Narrow Pass dragged on because of my isolation. It didn’t help that the cliffs had closed in the further we went. As I gazed up at the ridges on either side, more than a hundred feet high, the route’s name felt fitting. The trail remained wide enough for seven horses, but dread crept over me in the shadows of the rocks.
Bidaês rode ahead with his grandfather. Odd. He tended to avoid
