Chapter 17 – WacławWhat could Xobas have done to carry such shame?
XOBAS RODE AHEAD WITH KATIÔN as I rejoined Ara and Narcyz amid the rest of the crowd. We weren’t far from the outskirts of Kynnytsia, yet we’d seen no evidence of Astiwie warriors guarding the path. Considering they had heard the clans’ warnings of the Horde’s advance, I found that odd. Not that Father had ever thought me much of a strategist.
“What if we missed something?” Ara asked. She’d gripped her bow for the last four hours, probably expecting the Astiwie to be combative if they showed.
“If Marzanna’s cultists razed Bustelintin,” I said, “then who knows what else they could have done? She is the goddess of death.”
Memories of the raid still haunted me. Whenever I wasn’t picturing Otylia and Kuba’s deaths, I saw my
