Chapter 6 - WacławAt least Marzanna can’t taint the golden egg.
WHEN DADŹBÓG’S LIGHT WAS AT ITS PEAK, High Priest Dariusz stood under Perun’s Oak and waved for us to gather around him, a crooked smile on his face as he did.
“The egg hunt shall begin soon,” he said, speaking elaborately with his hands as the tree’s hanging skulls blew in the breeze above his head. “Each of you children has a crucial responsibility to collect the decorated eggs of Jaryło so that he may come and bless us with a plentiful spring.”
My thumb drifted along my wrapped palm. With each mention of Jaryło’s name, the Frostmark’s pain was enough to make me wince. Am I going to be stuck with this?
When I raised my head, Otylia’s cold glare was fixed on me through the crowd. I shuddered before staring at my boots. W
