Chapter 2 Chapter two

Ron strode to the west bank of the Char.He put his arms behind his head and lay on the grass looking up at the trees.He was wearing only a pair of sagging breeches, with stockings on his legs, and his chest was bare. The sun and tree shadows flickered on his belly, flickering, and his tousled blond hair was shining from time to time. On the outside, he is composed and composed, and thanks to years of training, he is able to hide his feelings.Phelan had pointed out that he was only half Lanconian.According to Phelan, Lanconians are harder than steel and more stable than mountains, so he asked Ron to burn the weak half of the British to become a complete Lanconian.

He vaguely felt the scar on his thigh spasm.As usual, he refrained from scratching himself whenever he thought of Phelan.The Lanconian thought first of all of his country, did not allow emotion to dominate his thoughts, neither cried out nor showed fear, as his teachers had instilled in him.When Ron was a child, his favorite dog died, and the dog had been with him for countless years, so he cried.Phelan was so annoyed at this that he mistakenly branded a scar on his thigh with a red-hot fire, and warned him that if he cried or acted weak, there would be a second brand on his body. Ron stopped crying.

He heard someone coming behind him.He immediately grasped his sword hilt vigilantly, holding it tightly. "It's me," said his sister Lola, sounding disapproving. Ron reached for his coat.In the distance he heard Lanconian warriors walking up and down, no doubt looking for him.He cleared his doubts and called his sister. "Don't worry about getting dressed, I've seen naked men before," Lola said, sitting down on the grass not far from him, wrapping her hands around her bent knees.Her slender body straightened only in anger. "They're horrible savages!" she began, irritatedly; her eyes were staring ahead, and her teeth were set on her lips. "They treat me like a fool, as if I'm spoiled and protected at all times. Don't let me move without their help, as if I'm a cripple! Especially that Zanti is the worst. He always looks at me with contempt." She heard Ron chuckle, and immediately rolled her blue eyes to stare.She was very handsome, with a graceful face and a tall figure, and when she lost her temper, her face added to the luster.

"How dare you laugh?" She gritted her teeth and said. "They didn't respect you either. It was your fault. Why didn't you beat some of them, especially that Zanti?" Ron smiled and said nothing.His square buttocks softened with a smile.His cheeks were pale from exposure to wind and rain.If these Lanconians were to fight Ron, Lola thought, Ron would easily take them down.His imposing body weighed about two hundred pounds, muscular and solid. "Don't laugh, Ron! You should give them a good look. These warriors are arrogant and arrogant people. They should be taught a lesson."

"Especially Zanti?" he asked in a deep tone, smiling at her again. She turned her eyes away, moving her arms and legs angrily. "One morning when Montgomery, who served you, was hunting, some fighters wounded him. Montgomery didn't fight back, but you should—" "What should I do?" Ron asked her softly, looking at the leaves overhead.The Lanconians were disrespectful to him, he knew it, but he didn't want Lola to see his annoyance, he needed to keep her anger from burning. "Should I fight one of them?" he said jokingly. "Should I kill or maim one of our own? Like Zandi, who was captain of King Thor's guard. What good would I do him? Woolen cloth?"

"You're going to fight these swaggering monsters, and I'm sure you'll win." Ron was not sure of winning.These Lanconians are all like Philan, and they are not easy to deal with. "Do you want me to beat your Zanti?" Roth asked her seriously. "Mine?" she asked back.Grab a handful of grass and throw it beside him. "Well, you don't have to fight your own people, but you have to teach them to respect you." "Anytime I sat down, they handed me a soft cushion." Ron smiled at the woods, then turned around, serious again.He knew he had to restrain Lola, and he could restrain her. "I've been listening to them," he said. "I've been sitting quietly outside their circle and listening to what they have to say."

Lola's anger gradually subsided.She knew why Ron refused to fight. Since leaving England, she had felt fresh, curious, and intrigued at first, but soon burned with anger.The warriors thought Ron and her not Lanconians and treated them with contempt.During the first night at the camp, Ron's British squire, Neil, drew his sword and was about to fight the Lanconian warriors, but was stopped by Ron. Sixteen-year-old Montgomery was about to attack the tall, fierce-looking captain of the guard, Zanta, for showing disrespect to Roth.Ron stopped the fight again.Lola felt sorry.Instead of punishing Zanti, Ron proposed to watch Zanti perform swordsmanship.Montgomery was disgusted and walked away immediately.Lola resented Ron's behavior very much.But why is Ron doing this?There are more than a hundred Lanconians here, and Ron and she only brought a few people.Her brother was undoubtedly right.

"Ron, what are you thinking?" she asked quietly. "The tribes of Lanconia are more or less united, and then I am the king of Lanconia—at least Ariel." "Isn't our father Saul an Arial? The Arial is the ruling class of Lanconia, so you are the king of all Lanconians." Roth smiled slightly.Naturally he hoped it would be as simple as Lola thought it would be, but it wasn't.If Lola fell in love with a man, she would marry, and she didn't have to worry about what might happen in the future.Now that she was recalled to Lanconia, it was all right that she still wanted an English husband.But for him, Ron, it's not that simple, he must take up the responsibilities that fate has bestowed upon him. "I want all the tribes to unite, but I'm afraid some may not agree," he said, as if to himself, "and now we're only a few miles from Zenas territory. These Lanconians People are deeply worried, the Zenas are notoriously ferocious."

"Do you mean that the Lanconians are afraid of them?" Lola asked angrily. "Ariel people are more cautious, vigilance is greater than fear." "You answer directly, are the Ariel afraid of them?" Ron understood what Lola meant, and he smiled.These burly, scarred, humorless Ariel have nothing on this earth to fear.Even the devil dared not offend them.But he said: "Until now, I have not seen these Lanconians do anything, especially not in battle." "I heard Uncle William say that the Lanconians fight like devils!" "Uncle William is a gentle, lazy man. Don't protest, I love him as much as you do. But love makes me understand him better. He has fat men who spend most of their time talking."

"You haven't talked about his sons," Lola whispered. "Would you like to be with William and those clowns, or would you like to return to this magnificent land of our country?" Looking at the fast-flowing Char River, she said, "I love this place, but I don't like the men here. This morning a Lankonian was going to skin a rabbit and told me to turn my face away lest I see the effect." Healthy. Do you remember last year I shot a bear? He didn't want to think about who I was?" "A sweet English lady," said Ron, laughing. "Have you ever wondered what they like women to do?"

"The nature of these men is to lock their women in the basement and let them out twice a year, once to impregnate and once to give birth." "In my opinion, that's not a bad idea." "What?" Laura asked. "If women were like men, they would surely lock them up too." "But I heard that Saul's father chose a bride for you, named Cillian, who is also a rider and serves as the captain of the women's guard." Lola said, and found that Ron's smile disappeared. "I don't know when I will see her. She may be as tall as you, and she wields swords all day long. I even believe that she has her own armor." She raised her eyebrows at Ron and smiled, "Have you thought about the bride's veil? Chainmail?" Ron's face went from soft childlike to iron serious. "No!" He uttered a word. "Nothing?" Lola asked naively. "No chain mail?" "I will marry a Lanconian wife, but I cannot have a bull-like woman, I will marry someone I love." "I guess not all Lankonian marriages are loving." Ron didn't answer.He thought of the lovely women in England, where he was supposed to marry and didn't.How painful his body and spirit are, but after Feilan's teachings, he endured it.Fison seemed to be aware of Ron's moods and desires, so he sometimes felt that he was not the most suitable person to rule Lanconia, forcing him to expel half of the British.Ron thought that since Thor chose him to inherit the throne, he was determined to dedicate his life to the country.To make a country strong, it cannot be without sacrifice.After years of training, Ron has learned to control his emotions. His inner thoughts are never easily exposed, and he does not allow others to see his fears. Even when death is imminent, he can still show a smile on his face. Every year, Phelan wrote a letter to Saul, listing Ron's faults, complaining that he was like his English mother and spent a lot of time partying with his sister. In this respect, Ron had the silent victory over the old man.During training, he could endure any torture, but he couldn't live without Lola's tenderness.He learned to play the lute and sing, and whenever Lola was abused by his cousins, he used instruments and songs to comfort her.When he was reprimanded by Phelan in training, or when he was exhausted and swollen, he would lie next to Lola and hold her hand or stroke her hair to ease the pain.When Lola got married and left, he felt poor and alone.Sometimes he thought that his future wife must be as gentle and lovely as Lola, and he would never marry a Lanconian female warrior. "The crown prince should have some privileges, and no one can stop him from wanting a woman he likes." Laura raised an eyebrow. "Ron, your idea is unrealistic. When the crown prince gets married, he must consider alliances with other countries." Ron stood up, put on his clothes, and indicated that their conversation should be over. "If it must be done, I will ally with England; but I will not marry a seductress in armor. Come with me, and we shall return." Lola thought she knew his brother, but there were things he wouldn't open up to her, and it took time to get to know him.Grasping his outstretched arm, she said as she got up: "Can you teach me Lanconian?" She wanted to change the subject and put him in good spirits. "There are three languages ​​in Lanconia, which one do you want to learn?" "Of course I will learn Arial." Before they reached the bivouac, Zanti greeted them. Zandi was six feet four and bony as a horsewhip.Dark skin, thick eyebrows, deep-set black eyes, hard square forehead, black hair scattered on the shoulders like a stream, and a deep scar on the forehead. "Here's a guest, we're looking for you everywhere," Zanti said to Ron.His voice was gruff, and he was dressed in a bearskin that was tightened by a belt, revealing his naked muscles and strong thighs. His arrogance towards the crown prince made Lola very angry, and he was about to fight back when Ron held her finger tightly to keep her from attacking. "What guest?" Roth asked.He was two inches shorter than Zanti, but younger and stronger. "Sol sent Sirian and Dale to lead a hundred warriors to pick you up, and the southern team is not far away." "Cillian?" asked Guerra. "The one who's going to marry Roth?" Zanti gave her a quick look, as if to tell her not to mind her own business. Lola gave him a hard look back. "We'll ride to meet them," said Ron, frowning. His horse is saddled.As usual, more than fifty Lanconians surrounded him like a child. He swung his whip and drove the horse, galloping towards the northwest mountains. Ron saw Cillian.He watched her for a long time.There was nothing to fault in her beauty and expression.He was erect, with a full bust, and a three-inch sash at the waist, which accentuated the curves of the hips. Despite the protests of his entourage, he rode forward to meet her.When he looked at her face more closely, he couldn't help smiling.She had dark eyes, deep red lips, and was tall and slender, very lovely. "My lady, I thank you for being here to meet us," he said, smiling at her. "I am Ron, the obedient prince of the great country of Lanconia." The Lanconians around him were silent.This is not the way a man should meet, and he has already been designated as the king, so he should not be so humble.They laughed at his English sissy. Cillian rode forward and held out her hand in greeting to Ron.His actions also disappointed her.Though he was handsome, he had a smirk and no heroism on his face, and she agreed with her entourage's jeers at him. Ron took Cillian's slender hand and read her thoughts from her dark eyes.The Lanconians were all equally insolent, he found, and he almost showed his annoyance, the scar on his leg twitching, and the smile vanishing without a trace. Ron let go of Cirian's hand, reined in the horse, and gave the order: "Back to camp!" He didn't look at anyone, he knew that his own three English entourage obeyed his command first. Suddenly there was a shout, and the Lanconian surrounded his three English knights. "Don't go near the Zenas! Don't take any chances!" Ron heard a man speaking Arial remind Zanti.He was a young, serious man, and he rode next to Celian.Ron understood that this person must be Dale. Even though Dale was going to stop him, Ron rode to the front of the crowd, trying to figure out what was causing them panic! On the top of the mountain, the setting sun reflected the figures of three people. "Zenath!" Zanti said to Roth, as if that said it all and needed no explanation. "We will escort you back to the camp safely." He turned his head and shouted, "Dale! Pick fifty people and prepare to fight!" Ron's anger, which had been suppressed for a few days, suddenly exploded. "Flee as hard as you can!" he yelled to Zanti in pure Arial, "but you must not harm my people! The Zenath are as much their own as the Arial. I will tell them greeting." No one was prepared to carry out his orders. "Ready to fight!" Dale replied to Zanti, "Sol will never forgive you if he is killed by the Zenas!" Ron turned and stared at Dale hard. "Stop being stupid, you must obey my orders." Dale stopped talking. Zanti watched Ron with some interest.He was older than Daller, and spoke in a tone of great patience. "Zenas, don't recognize this prince, only recognize Brockane as their king, they will kill you." "They're not happy with me because I haven't given them any comfort or joy," said Ron.He turned to his three attendants. "Let's ride." Zanti stops the Ariel from following Ron. "Better this fool be killed before Thor makes him king," he said, looking at Ron with the most indifferent eyes.He despises him very much. As Ron and his entourage approached the top of the hill, they saw that they were three young Zenas hunting. Ron had been educated to think that he would be the king of all the tribes in Lanconia in the future, but the Arials here wanted to kill the Zenas. He couldn't help being shocked and annoyed. He stopped his three knights with a gesture, and he galloped on alone.When he was about a hundred yards from the hunters, he reined in the horse. "I am Crown Prince Ron, son of King Saul," he said in Arial. "I greet you, and we will live in peace." The three young hunters on horseback remained motionless, apparently fascinated by the blond man.Ron came up to them alone on a tall sorrel horse, which is a strange thing in Zenas country.The youngest of the Zenas, the first to come to his senses, drew his bow and arrow in a lightning motion and shot at Ron. Ron dodged quickly, but the arrow still scratched the skin of his left arm. Ron cursed in a low voice, kicked the horse with his leather boots, and flew forward.He never thought that when he reached out his hand of friendship, he was shot unreasonably by a child. How could he endure such humiliation!In a few seconds he galloped in front of the other party, pulled the boy who had shot him off his horse, threw him to the ground, and then he dismounted and grabbed the boy.At this time, the sound of more than 200 war horses galloping came from behind him. "Get off!" he shouted to the other two young men who were still on their horses. "We can't..." said one of them.They looked at the child that Roth had seized, and added: "He is the son of King Brocairn." "I am your king!" Roth shouted, his voice full of resentment and excitement.He looked up to his knights, "Get them out of here! Or Zanti will tear them apart!" Ron's entourage drove the two Zenas youths away. Ron looked down at his prisoner carefully. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was very beautiful, but his temper was extremely violent. "You're not my king," the boy shrieked, "my father Brockane is my king!" and he spat in Ron's face. In order to maintain his dignity, Ron slapped the child. "Get up and follow me!" "No! I'm going to die..." Ron forced the child to turn around, towards the rolling Ariel's cavaliers.They were all strong men of great physical strength, with mighty horses and weapons that glowed in the sun. "If you try to escape, they will kill you!" "We Zenas people are not afraid of Ariel people." The child said stubbornly, but his face gradually revealed a look of panic. "At times like these, you should act like a real man and make your father proud." Ron let go and released his captive. After hesitating for a moment, the child obeyed Ron and followed him forward.Roth hoped that the child would do no more foolish things; no doubt, killing the child of Zenas was the greatest joy of the Ariel. The rushing troops surrounded Ron and the children.Their horses were drenched with sweat, their heads thrown back and snorting; their faces were livid, their weapons at the ready. "Okay, you've taken a prisoner!" Zanti said to Ron. "We're going to execute him now for trying to kill the Ariel!" Ron looked at the boy and was relieved to see that he showed no cowardice towards Zanti, and his unhappiness at the humiliation melted away.But Ron got upset again when Zanti wrestled the kid.Now is the time for him to establish his dominion, and all should be under his command. "Stop!" he said to Zanti. "He's one of my guests. He's the son of Brockane, and he's agreed to come with us through his father's territory. He's leading us!" Zanti snorted like his steed. "He shot you and became your guest?" Ron ignored the bleeding on his arm.He challenged Zanti, "If you're going to execute this kid, I'll kill myself on this rock!" Cillian rode between them. "We welcome guests, even if he's from Zenath," she said, looking from Ron to Zandi.She knew very well that no one dared to challenge the difficult Zanti, but this gentle blonde Englishman dared to do so.Maybe he is really stupid, maybe he has a higher intelligence. Ron rode towards her in the opposite direction from Zenas.He reached out and pulled the Zenas child onto the horse's back, and sat behind him.The child clung to the blond man as if they hadn't had a conflict.On the way, Ron asked him, "What's your name?" "Keown." The child said proudly, but there was something stuck in his throat, and he was a little scared. He thought that he would be executed sooner or later for shooting Ron, so he added: "I am Son of King Zenas." Ron said immediately, "No! I'm the only king of Lanconia. We'd better give your father another title." The child smiled contemptuously at his action of hurting his father's reputation. "My father will destroy you. No Ariel can rule the Zenath forever." "Sooner or later you will see, but not today, I must be your king. You can take me as a Zenath for a while, and stay with me. Beware, I'm not sure my companions can forgive like me you." Behind them came three of Ron's knights, and then a group of Lanconians, with Dale, Sirian, and Zanti leading the way. "Is he always this stupid?" Dale asked Zanti, watching Ron's back.He assumed himself to be an Ariel, but he was like a friend to the children of Zenas. Zandi also stared at Ron's back, thinking hard. "Tonight, the Zenas kid will be as tame as a puppy. His sister is hotter than him and only speaks English, but she'll spare the kid." "If he continues to ride against the Zenas alone, he won't live long," Dale said. "Let's not dissuade him from whatever stupid thing he wants to do. Judging by what he's done today, he'll be open to any aggressors." The gates of Karan. Lanconia will fall to a foreign ruler sooner or later. He is so stupid, we must get rid of the land. Gerald is our king." "Is he stupid?" Celian suggested differently. "If we kill Brocaine's son, we will have no peace. Brocaine must kill hundreds of our people. But now we have an important hostage, Brocaine is afraid of his son being killed, so he dare not attack us Zanti, has Ron been speaking our language all these weeks on the road? Why does he understand us and you don't understand him?" She spurred her horse forward and came up to Ron's side. After returning to the campsite, Sirian stayed with Ron throughout the evening.His sister, nephew, and entourage were all sitting in the clearing in front of Ron's tent, around a fire.Keon the Zenas child sat between them, quiet, scowling, wary.Ron's way of life was strange to her, thought Cillian.He put his nephew on his knees, and whispered funny stories, which made the children laugh and squeal.A Lanconian father would never hold such a big child. Cillian also noticed Ron teasing her sister.She began to wonder if he could live with such a man?Two hours before he single-handedly took on three Zenas, and two hours later he was holding a child in his arms and making fun of a woman.How can such a man be called a warrior?a king? The next morning, before the sun rose, the guards on guard blew their horns.Immediately the Lanconians jumped up from their blankets and assembled in procession. Ron came out of the tent with only his belt on. The Lanconian saw his body clearly for the first time. His limbs were soft, but due to the rigorous training, his muscles were muscular and his physique was strong. He called out to Zanti, "What happened?" "The Zenath!" Zandi answered curtly. "Bro'kain came to fight for his son, and we will meet him." Zanti was already on the horse, and Ron grabbed his arm and held him back. "We cannot attack, and he will believe me to be friendly. Keon," he cried, "ready to ride to meet your father." Zanti gave Ron a cold face. "Your life is about to be lost!" Ron held back his anger and took a step closer to Zandi.He knew they doubted him and distrusted him, and the Lanconians not only suspected and distrusted him, but concluded that he was incompetent. He dressed quickly, and instead of armor he wore a fringed velvet suit, and he seemed to be going to society rather than to battle.When the Lanconians laughed at him, Keon shook his head strangely.Keon regretted not being killed at this time, he would rather meet his father with his own death. Cillian watched Ron from a distance.If she were to marry this man, she'd better make an alliance with him now.And she was very interested to see how he would deal with an old and treacherous man—Brockanne. "May I come with you?" Cillian asked Roth. "No need!" Dale and Zanti said almost simultaneously. Ron looked at them with eyes as cold as steel. Sirian carried the spear, bow and quiver. "I'm a defender and I can make my own decisions." Ron grinned at her, an endearing and charming grin.Southwest found herself squinting, as if avoiding the bright sunlight.God, how handsome and confident this man is! "Then mount your horse and follow me!" he ordered.Cillian hurried to pull her horse, like a schoolboy trying to please his teacher. Ron looked back at her.Phelan did not tell him of the competence and tact of the Lanconian woman, and it was up to him to judge her by his own observations. The other Lankonians were not moved by Poron's performance. They rode in a long line and watched quietly as Ron, Sirian and the three English knights led Keon towards more than two hundred Zenas. Samurai.They concluded that there must be death. "Hold your chest out, boy," Roth encouraged Keown, "and meet your father." "My father was a king," said Keown, his dark cheeks pale. The Zenas were still a hundred yards away.They sat still, waiting for Ron's party to approach. Ron stopped the others, and he rode forward alone.The sun's rays caught the gold and silver of his velvet suit, and shone with his fair hair; and now and then the ornaments of his harness and the jewels of his sword-hilt shone.These Lanconians, neither Ariel nor Zenas warriors, had ever seen such luxurious and luxurious attire.He is obviously different from them, like a green pine in the desert. On the other side, a burly old man rode forward to meet him.He was covered in scars, with a deep gash running from above his left eye to his neck, half of his right ear missing, and more trauma on his thigh and arm.His expression was stern, as if he had never smiled in his life. "Are you the Englishman who took my son?" His voice was like a bell, and an uncontrollable anger shot out of his eyes, which made Ron's mount jump, and the animal sensed danger. But Ron's blue eyes smiled at the domineering old man and managed to hide the rapid beating of his heart.He looked directly at the other party as if he had a duality of eyes, flashing anticipation and vigilance at the same time.With his aggressive tone, he thought, any well-trained warrior would be prepared to fight such a fierce man. "I am Prince Ron, the heir of Sol Guogong, and I will be the king of all Lanconians." He spoke with a very firm expression. The mouth of the old man opposite opened, then closed again.He looked at Ron for a while, and shouted: "If you damage one hair of my son, I will kill a hundred of you!" Ron turned and yelled. "Keown—come here!" Brockace looked his son up and down, and snorted in satisfaction that he was intact.Then he sent his son to meet the Zenas. "No!" Ron said sternly.His right hand fell below his knee, inches from the hilt of his sword.Regardless of whether he is afraid deep in his heart, he never shows it, making it impossible for people to guess.He didn't want Shi Luo Kaisi to take Keown away. Since fate had put this child in his hands, he wanted to firmly control him. He didn't want to lose this short chance of peace. "I'm afraid I won't allow him to leave, I want Keown to stay with me." Brocath's mouth opened again, and closed again.This Ron, who claimed to be the heir to the throne of Lanconia, his demeanor and words were not as moving as his handsome and unscarred face. "If you don't let my son go, I will fight for him!" said the old man, taking his sword. "A fight? I don't want to just yet," said Ron, almost cheerfully. "If I have to fight, I am willing to do so. But I want Kizen with me, and I will raise him because I believe he is your heir." Brokane cast a quick glance at Keown, then turned to Ron. "Of course he is," if the foolish kid could run the country. "Keon is not reckless or clumsy, he's just young, quick-tempered, and a poor shot. I do like him with me, and I'll teach him that we Arials are not demons. Maybe one day we people will We will live in peace." Ron blinked and said with a smile, "I also hope to teach him how to shoot accurately." Brocken stared at Ron for a long time.Ron knew that the ugly old man was considering life or death for his son and him. "Old Sol didn't raise you," he said at last. "How can you keep my son safe?" "I swear," said Ron seriously, "if Keown is hurt by an Ariel, I will sacrifice my life!" He listened with bated breath to the other's reply. "You are asking for my trust," said Brokane, "and if he is hurt, I will kill you!" Roth nodded without hesitation. Brokane stopped talking, he was studying Ron carefully.This Ron, who claimed to be a Lanconian, was different from any Lanmonian in some respects. He was deep, reserved, and always maintained a dignified demeanor.He may be a man with a head, though he wears more showy velvet than women.At this time, Brokane was much better than the impression he had had when he first met him.Then, the old man felt tired, lonely, and hurt... He seemed to have returned to his old life.Because of years of fighting and fighting, his three wives and many sons were killed, laid down, and buried one by one. Keown was the only relative he left behind. Brokane turned his head to look at his son, showing rare warmth for a moment. "Go with this man, Keown. You can learn from him." Then he said to Ron, "Three years. After three years, you have to send him back safely. Otherwise, I will burn your town to the ground." Flat land!" He shouted to his horse, and went back to his warriors. Keown turned to look at Ron, staring strangely, unable to say a word. "Boy, let's go back!" Ron said to Keown.He breathed a sigh of relief at last, as if he had escaped from a terrible death. "Come near me, get used to people staring at you; I'll point you out, but not torture you." As Ron led Keown closer to Cirian, he nodded to her and she followed him.She didn't speak, and didn't need to.The Englishman, richly clothed as the plumage of a court-bird, yet won the struggle, not with the sword, but with words.When Brokane tried to provoke a fight, he said he "wouldn't want to just yet..." Cillian saw the verbal exchange clearly: his hand was always close to his sword, but what he said to Brokane is to bring up his son. She rode back to the ranks of the Arials, still not saying a word.Ron was special, she thought. He was a fool in people's eyes, but he was also the bravest man in the world.He pinned his hopes on Lanconia, she pinned her hopes on him; she already wanted to be his wife and live with him.