Chapter Forty
It’s a man’s head.
At least I hope so. It has a long beard, a strong nose, and a prominent chin.
A pointy helmet the size of a cistern adorns the head, and from this vantage point, it’s unclear if the head is just sprouting from the ground, or if there’s a giant man stuck in a huge ditch.
“Was the gold chain around that tree once on this dude’s neck?” I ask under my breath.
No one replies.
As we get closer, it becomes clear the head is agitated.
And it has a reason.
A dozen chainmail-clad dudes on horseback are attacking it with bows, arrows, and swords.
“Bogatyrs,” Felix whispers in my ear. “They’re like these really powerful knights from Grandfather’s stories.”
The head blows on the closest bogatyr.
The hurricane-strength wind sends the warrior tumbling to the gr
