Chapter 21 - OtyliaI’m going to kill them.
ARA AND I WALKED AT THE FRONT, just behind Kajetan and the other riders. Dadźbóg’s light had nearly faded, but after eight hours of walking the trails east of Dwie Rzeki, Narcyz’s gang of boys still kept staring at us and whispering. My fingers twitched every time I heard that dirt-haired i***t’s snicker. Genowefa would thank me for shutting him up.
We stopped at a leaf-covered clearing as the sun reached the horizon. Our march had been slow with the storm on the equinox muddying the ground, and Kajetan complained to Xobas about the lack of progress. Barely listening, the Simuk nodded and went to work ordering the boys to build a fire.
Wacław, Kuba, and Narcyz pulled the cooking equipment from the pack horses across the clearing while the other
