Chapter 22 - WacławI should’ve ridden a horse instead.
EVERY MUSCLE IN MY BODY ACHED when we stopped at the Wyzra’s southern bend and prepared the campfire for Borys to cook what would surely be a tasteless lunch at best. Once we finished, I freed myself of my boots and weapons by the trees and climbed down to the river.
The frigid water rushed between my toes, making my hair stand on end. All I cared about, though, was the relief it brought to the sores that had appeared on the bottom of my feet after the days of marching.
Kuba was less graceful. His head splashed into the water before the rest of his body, and I laughed as he scrambled to find his footing in the shallows. “Maja would have loved to see that,” I said.
He wrinkled his nose and trudged toward me. “She woulda said I deser
