Chapter 14 - WacławWhat would Mother think of me now, negotiating with distant clans and seeking Nawia?
NERVES GRIPPED ME ALL NIGHT as I sat in my soul-form atop the pass’s northern cliff. I thought of home. Of Mom. Of Nevenka, my little half-sister. Of my horse Tanek. Of the laughs I had once had with Kuba. Of the adventures Otylia and I had as children.
Looking back, it all seemed so simple—watching the wheat, following Xobas’s instructions, and worrying whether I’d done the right thing years before with Otylia. At least then I had been able to walk through the village and see her from a distance. It had been a foolish hope, but that little witch in the woods had never left my heart. Though I hadn’t understood it then, I knew now that I had always loved her.
Why did I ever give in to
