Chapter 17 - WacławI’ll miss this.
SWEAT RAN DOWN MY FACE as I tilled the field, swinging the hoe over and over. If Tanek hadn’t been injured, we could’ve used the plow, but instead, I worked an endless dance with the tool as we prepared to plant the year’s crop.
It had been hours since Dadźbóg had begun his race toward the horizon. The tribe would meet soon to vote on Father’s decision, but I just wanted to keep my head down and avoid the crowds. Word traveled quickly around the village. Rumors of my fight with the zmora would have spread by now, and I didn’t want to suffer through Narcyz’s sarcasm, especially after all I’d been through over the past day.
Mom had gone inside to prepare supper for herself—away from the festival—but she had worked all morning and afternoon beside me. Whe
