Despite her clear intention to stay up and refine her tale about her adventures in the Gluchy Forest, sleep claims Bogumila early.
There’s no bed in the sisters’ room; it was destroyed during the rat raid, but she’s too tired to mind. Bronislaw is awake a bit longer,
prodding at the fire and nibbling at some of the dried meat without much appetite. He retires as well, long preceded by the temple’s mistress.
The old hemet sleeps a lot.

It’s much later when Kasumi is awoken by a large hand over her mouth. The banked coals cast only enough
light to silhouette horns on the figure above her.  “You wanted to be carried?” Bronislaw asks.