Chapter 10 - WacławLet war come.
THE DAGGER’S WORDS HADN’T LEFT MY MIND since Marzanna’s whisper had chilled my ears. It seemed an ill omen after the diviners’ visions of the eastern horde, but what role did I have to play?
When I emerged from the woods, everyone else had already gathered around Perun’s Oak. Others would notice that I was sneaking in late; though, I hoped no one saw Otylia come from the same direction as me. People talked too much. In a village our size, if someone had seen us alone in the forest, Father would’ve heard in minutes. I felt my neck. I would rather not be choked to death before jumping the fire.
Around me, boys and girls whispered about who had danced with who and which relationships would work. I didn’t have the spirit to join them. Between the endless bur
