Chapter 12 – WacławWhat was Rasa trying to tell me?
WE MADE CAMP BETWEEN TWO PEAKS THAT NIGHT. Here, the valley channeled the winds into a howling force, and they surrounded me as I sat on my bedroll and pondered the high priestess’s words.
She had spoken of the gods’ need for us and my worthiness to lead. My fingers tightened around the sun talisman she’d given me. The Zurgowie called the god Otlezd, yet I wondered if he was the same as Dadźbóg. The whole conversation had left me unsettled. I wasn’t sure exactly why. I was certain, though, that things were happening beyond my knowledge, only slivers of which I could understand. If I had learned anything from Jaryło, it was that cryptic conversations came from those hiding elements of the truth.
I intended to find out what.
Well, I int
