CHAPTER 10
Brygida emerged from the Malicki home, rubbing her chest. She could almost feel the bruise forming there from the blow she’d taken in the mob. Once she returned to the cottage, Mamusia would hand her the salve of mountain arnica and a cup of tea, put an arm around her shoulders, and ask her what had happened. The warmth of the comfort already flowed through her limbs, but it would be a long day before she could return to the warm embrace of home.
None of the servants had recalled Roksana’s return, although every one of them had been abed after Albert and Teresa had retired. Some had shared rumors about Kaspian’s guilt, while others had sworn his innocence after he’d walked Roksana home safely for years since their childhood days. But nothing specific about the night of the fea
