Chapter 11 - WacławIf this messenger speaks the truth, then war is coming. Is it the one Marzanna wants?
THE ENTIRE TRIBE HAD PILED INTO THE LONGHOUSE. I stood near the ring of chiefs and priests that had formed around Father, who sat beneath the ax of Perun.
Age seemed to wear on Father’s face in the torchlight as he looked from his warriors to the kneeling messenger, Andrij. “What threat does Boz believe this army poses?”
“The Zurgowie have always been one of the most aggressive nomadic clans roaming the Anshayman Steppe,” Andrij replied. “But something’s changed. They have united with the Simukie and taken up camp north of the Narrow Pass. Together, the clans sent an envoy with an ultimatum.”
The clans have united? Around me, the crowd shifted at the notion of raiders from the east
