Chapter 6 Chapter Six

In the morning Celian was so tired that she did not want to speak to Jura.Jura intends to maintain their friendship, but Sirian turns away. The women lined up and marched towards the competition field. Jula felt that she was full of strength, as if pumping her air, she would not lose.She couldn't bear the humiliation and leave the arena. The result of the lottery surprised Celian: she had a wrestling match with Meera.The rest of the contestants were obviously relieved. Meera knew that the outcome of the competition would determine the marriage of every woman, so she made a bet to win. Jura was also worried about Cirian, and she whispered encouragement to her friend, but Cirian gave her a look and said, "Now you're happy! I'm defeated, and you'll be queen. You're plotting to poison Ron, Give your brother the throne? Or do you want Ron?"

Jura straightened her back. "If you don't defeat the Zenas, you can't be queen!" She left Silian who was helpless. In this day's competition, Jura won three times.Cillian and Meera wrestle no matter who wins and loses, and must fight a winner in the end.But Jura didn't like how things had turned out, and she wasn't happy that either she or Meera was Ron's wife. Cillian has to win.She hoped so. Jura easily won a new player from Ariel, and then she shot a big arrow, all of which hit the bull's-eye, and defeated a girl from Ferenc; It was easy to jump over, and the lumbering Zenas woman knocked off the bar and lost.Jura was almost crying with joy.

The match between Cillian and Myra had begun, and the crowd agreed that it was the biggest match of all.Judging from the appearance of this pair of players, it looks like an eagle catching a bird.Meera weighed at least fifty pounds more than Ciliane, who defended mainly with intelligence, speed, and agility... Mira surrounded her like the branches of a great oak tree, almost crushing her. Jura squeezed into the line of players standing along the fence wall to watch the game.She didn't shout like the others, but she prayed for Celian with all her heart. Meera wrapped her fat, muscular arms around Cillian's ribs, squeezing her with all her strength.

"Grab her neck!" Jura whispered, "find her weak spot, and don't let her hit you!" She hoped her voice would reach her friend's ears.Celian seemed to hear it, and she pinched Mira's neck tightly with her thumb, causing the pain so unbearable that Mira had to let go. Jura breathed a sigh of relief.The two players temporarily separated and circled each other.Jura unconsciously went into the stands and saw Ron looking down at her with concern on his expression.Dale, who was behind Ron, also watched her.She quickly avoided it and turned back to watch the game again.

Meera finally knocked Cillian to the ground and punched her hard with her fist, but Ciliane rolled away nimbly, and Meera missed the air and landed her fist on the hard ground.Cillian circled behind Meera and twisted her arm. Mira lacked the speed against Cillian and was unable to push Cillian away, she was caught and fell. Silian held down Mira for a long time, and the crowd shouted desperately. "Cillian! Celian!" Mira felt that she had lost the match and felt very painful. Celian rose to her feet, but her expression was unsatisfied, pale with exhaustion and pain.Both hands should be raised in congratulations of victory, but she could only raise one hand, the other hanging stiffly by her side.

Knowing that her friend was injured, Zhu Ji quickly ran to her side, trying to bandage her.When Cirian tried to resist, Jura said, "Quiet! Lean against me and don't let people see you leaning over. Are you seriously hurt?" "At least three broken ribs," said Celian quietly, her voice infectious. "Will I lose to you?" "No! We're going to start the match immediately, and I'm going to lose soon. If you can't stand up, you rest." Then Jura turned around, smiled and waved to the crowd, shouting: "Soon she will All right." Jura's heart was beating wildly as she picked up her club, ready to "fight" Cillian.She had no intention of winning, all she needed was for the race to be over and her friend to be declared the winner so she could finally escape the Englishman.

She and Celian walked to the center of the arena and stood on their sides. "As soon as the match started, you hit me on the head with the club," Jura whispered, "and I fell. You were the winner. Don't move too fast, and be careful not to get your ribs piercing your lungs. You Do you understand what I mean?" Cillian nodded.But her face was almost completely pale from the excruciating pain of the injury. Two women stand facing each other in the center of the arena.The crowd was silent, holding their breath, watching the decisive game nervously. The band played the suona, and the competition began.

Jura immediately goes to Cirian's left. "Hit me," she whispered. Celian's wounded skin turned purple, and her eyes seemed to be clouded with white.She stood with difficulty due to the pain. "Hit me!" Jura said, starting to circle, "Think of your baby—Ron! Hit me right away if you want him, or do you want me to get him? Do you want me in the Touching him in his bed? Touching him?" Sure enough, Cirian raised her stick to attack Jura's right, but Jura, out of instinct and years of training habits, blocked with the stick to protect herself.The impact of the bang hurt Cillian, and the rod dug slightly into her temple.The force of the club was too heavy for the badly wounded Cirian, and she immediately felt dizzy and fell fainting on Jura's feet.

There was silence in the arena.Jura and the crowd stared foolishly at Cirian's rigid body.Then Jura knelt down beside her friend.The crowd started chanting: "Jura! Jura! Jura!" "Cirian!" Jura shrieked, over the noise of the arena. "Silian, wake up, you must win, you must win!" She patted her friend's cheek lightly, but Xilian seemed to be dead, motionless. "Cirian!" Jura yelled desperately, over and over again. The crowd flocked to them both, and pulled Jura's hand from Sirian. "No, no," Jura was still yelling, "she's just passed out, there's no contest yet, and Cilien didn't lose, I didn't win. Cilien should be the winner. Wake up, Cilien, tell them!"

No one listened to her, she was carried on the shoulders of the men.The new members of the Ariel guard rushed over to protect Sirian from being trampled by people's feet.Jura was carried away.The crowd was excited and rejoiced, and the Arials were victorious. Jura continued to yell and plead, trying to jump off the shoulders of the man who was carrying her.But she was like a sack of food, unable to move at all, and people didn't pay attention at all.The cry of joy struck her so strongly it was deafening. By the time they reached the walls, she was nearly insane!She could make no one understand that it should be Celian and not her who should be the winner, that Celian should be queen.

Inside the city gates, on horseback, were Dale and Saul's daughter Lola, who stared at Jura with angry faces. "I didn't win!" she yelled at Dale, because the noise was too loud for her to hear her own.She tried to jump down and run in front of Daryl, but the hands clung to her. At this moment, people have entered the inner city and Sol's castle, and Jura almost fainted and didn't make a sound.For her, this is indeed an unexpected nightmare! Thor stood in the doorway, Zanti supporting him.He waved his bony hand, and the crowd gradually fell silent. "Welcome, daughter!" he said to Jura, "your bridegroom is waiting for you inside the house!" "It's not me," Jura shouted, breaking the silence, "Cillian won, I..." Thor had a scowl on his face.Zanti hastily interrupted her shouting. "Humility and loyalty are the good qualities of a queen." The crowd applauded and cheered Zanti's words enthusiastically.Jura was carried into the castle, and the priest and Ron were waiting. The Englishman stood beaming at her like a fool.And Jura tried to protect herself and keep him away from her body.She had no time to bathe or change, but stood beside the usurper with her head bowed.The priest begins the marriage ceremony.She wanted to declare that she could not marry Ron, and Ron had no right to be the king of her country, but when she saw the queen's laurel crown on her head, her blood rushed to her head.People have been eating and drinking for three days, and now it's the end of the festivities, and he can't let everyone down! The priest watched Jura.Ron's hand slowly reached out to her.She endured.Now is the moment of decision. If she turns around and leaves, the consequences will be unimaginable.The tribes will say the contest is a farce.... This man will never lead them, and that will never happen, because not even a woman at the altar refuses to marry him.People not only laughed at him, but also laughed at Ariel! "Jura," Ron called her name softly, "will you marry me or not?" She looks at him.His eyes were immeasurably deep, that blue gaze that seemed to penetrate her heart. She turned back to the priest. "I'd like to marry Ron," she whispered through her dry mouth. Immediately there was thunderous applause and cheers.Jura did not hear what the priest said.Ron took her hand and whispered something to her, but she didn't hear it either.He was about to kiss her, and she turned her head away. Her movements delighted the crowd, who thought she was shy. "Prince, have you won her favor?" Someone asked with a smile. Jura took advantage of the commotion and pushed him away, making his way through the crowd to the branch gate.People laughed at her when they found out, but she ran away desperately, and she wanted to talk to Dale and Cillian. "Ron, you're a fool!" Lola scolded her brother. "It's not too late for you to divorce her, or you'll go out of your way to sleep with her now." Ron is eating.For the past three days he had been so absorbed in watching the game that he was constantly concerned about whether Jura would win; he had done so much in the last hour that he was too nervous to eat. "Jura is everything I want," he said, mouth full of bread. "Yes, but does she want you? Where is she now? Why did she leave you? Is she your new wife?" Ron took a sip of his stout. "I don't know what she's going to do, maybe she's going to take a shower and put on a nice pajamas. What do most brides do on their wedding day?" Lola punched herself on the temple. "Ron," she said as calmly as she could, "you are a reasonable man. You have studied Lanconia diligently and told me that you have an important and difficult responsibility for this country. But now you risk All kinds of risks Marry a woman who doesn't love you, I don't understand why? Last year, when the beautiful Mrs. Jane Wheaton visited us, everyone thought his face and figure were beautiful, but you said she was a viper woman; but why does Jura make you so enamored and bewildered? She's not particularly good, and a far cry from Lady Jane." "Jura is prettier than a thousand Lady Janes," said Ron, going to get some fruit from his plate. "She's not that pretty!" cried Lola. "She's just young. Above all, she's Geralt's sister, and he sees you as an enemy! Can you sleep with your enemy's sister? She Will cut your throat at night!" "Lola, please be quiet, there are sour cherries here," and he looked up at his sister, who was very angry and very serious. "Well," he said, pushing back his chair, "maybe I'm a little pushy, but I know she'll make a good wife." Lola sat down opposite him, "What do you know about her? You think she's a beauty, and you kiss her. What else do you know about her?" "I know everything." Lola sighed softly. "Let me tell you about this Jura! She is Gerald's loyal, lovely sister, and she is going to help her brother get your throne, and you will die! She didn't want to win the game today, if you can open your eyes Open your eyes to see how Jura and Cillian fight, and you will know that Cilien was not shot, she fainted herself. She has four broken ribs, a sprained shoulder, and is now lying in the women's barracks Li. It's a miracle that she got back up after she wrestled with Mira." Ron looked at Lola dissatisfied.She realized that no matter how much she said, it didn't work on him. "Besides, there's her lover here," Laura said softly. Ron's eyelids drooped. "Branor's son." "Bretta's son, Dale." "But Dale is..." "Your friend? He's your friend, you think. Did you tell him you loved Jura? What did he say? Don't you know they've been engaged for years?" Ron frowned.He understood that Lola hoped that he would follow her advice in the end. "Jura is your enemy," she said emphatically. "She wants you out of Lanconia, Ron. I beg you to listen to me. I fear for your life. A wife who hates her husband will Poison him, or stab him. You mustn't turn a blind eye to her! See what contest you're up to, just to get her. Poor, tender, lovely Cirian just lying in bed with a broken rib You made Jura shed blood because you wanted her. Jura doesn't like Philip and me, and what will you do if she orders us to leave you?" "Stop it!" Ron ordered her.He stood up suddenly and paced up and down the floor.How much fact does Lola have to say?He knew that since Jura was queen, she had the right to restrain his behavior, but he didn't think she would use that power. "I don't believe she wants me dead!" he said softly. "She has the same feelings for me as I do for her." Doubts plagued him, but his love for Jura was unwavering, and Jura Loved him, and he loved her, and that was the only certainty he had encountered from his ride into Lanconia. Lola made a face. "Ron, I'm a woman and I know men are gullible. Every man always looks on the bright side and thinks he's the only one a woman likes. Actually, Jura loves Dale and her brother, she It is for them that she married you. She will make you act according to their ideas, and if you die, she will marry her sweetheart, Dale, and let her brother Gerald rule the country." "I don't believe what you're saying!" Ron said vehemently. "This woman... cares about me." "Where is she now, then?" Lola yelled in dissatisfaction. "Why isn't she with you? I tell you, she's with her lover, plotting what to do with you!" Ron stared at his sister for a moment, a fog rising in his head.If what Lola said was true... he asked, "Do you know where she is?" "I don't know," Lola answered. "I sent Montgomery to look for her, but I couldn't find her. Dale rode out of town before Jura was brought here, and maybe she'll go after him." Ron thought of the cold, quiet woods lane where they had first met.Or maybe she went there alone to find lost memories?He turned and walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" Lola asked him anxiously. When Ron looked at her, she noticed that his eyes looked strangely cold. "I'm going to find my wife." "If she's with Dale?" Lola whispered. "She won't." He still said very coldly, and left the room. Standing where Jura had stood, Lola thought to herself, what would happen if Ron found Jura he loved and she was in another man's arms?She hurried to find Zandi, thinking Zandi would know what to do. When Lola told Zandi the whole story, he said, "Fool! Zhu Wei can't be the murderer! She's a virgin, and she won't sleep with Daller. You're so troublesome that Ron has doubts. What's the good?" He began to straighten the saddle. "He's my brother and I have to protect him." "Geralt is Jura's brother, but she wouldn't poison Ron any more than you would poison Geralt." "You don't know women as well as I do," insisted Lola. "No, I know Jura," he said, looking at Lola, biting his lip wistfully.He saddled his saddle and asked her, "If you were married, would you love your husband as much as Ron?" Surprised, she replied, "Yes, of course." Zanti didn't answer, but mounted his horse. "I figured out where Jura had gone, because the women used to go there to hunt." He looked down at her. "Go into the house, and I'll protect your brother." The image of Jura was always swimming in Ron's mind.He had been in love with her from the first time he met her, and no other woman had ever moved him more than Jura.Of course, he thinks this is love.But does she feel the same way?He thought it would.Did she say so?As he tried to recall their swift and stormy tryst, he couldn't remember what she had said... not even a word. He rode to the place where he first met Jura.After dismounting from the horse, he walked slowly through the dark pseudo woods. He seemed to see the sound of someone getting angry.He moved closer until he could clearly hear the other person talking. "Jura, you lied to me!" It was Dale's voice. "How many times have you had a secret tryst with him? He told me how you courted him." "I didn't," Jura said, her voice strained as if she were holding back tears. "I met him twice, the first time I met here by chance, the second time he tricked me into going. You know I always hated him, he doesn't belong to Lanconia, Gerald should be King, he has no right to..." "You seem right," Dale cursed at her. "He has the right to touch you, to hug you! You train hard like that, not for a race? Not to win him and sleep with him? Your lust manipulates you mind, dominates your body, makes you long for him day and night, forgets your people, and your lusts make you deceive me!" "No, no!" Zhu La screamed, "I'm not a traitor! I didn't pursue him!" She didn't want to lose the trust of Dale and Dale, who had been her friend for many years. "Ha! You say you won't have fun in bed with him tonight?" "I swear to God, I'm not sleeping with him!" Jura said. "You have your wish," Ron interjected, his voice full of anger!He stepped out of the shadow of the trees into the watery moonlight.At the same time he threw his sword, "You," he said, pointing to Dale, "you are threatening my wife, and I will kill you." Dale also drew his own sword. "Don't!" Jura screamed, and quickly threw himself into Ron's arms. "Don't hurt him, what you need me to do, I will obey you." Ron snarled, "I don't need anything from you!" He pushed her aside as if she were some annoying little creature, and Jura sank her feet into the wet grass. She watched the two men circling each other, ready to kill.She quickly drew her knife, intending to step among them and stop them.Suddenly a big hand was on her shoulder, immobilizing her, and she looked up to see Zanti. Zandi let her go and walked very calmly between the two hostile figures, facing Ron. "Your Majesty, you have the right to dispose of Dale's life," said Zandi, "but I beg you not to do so. He cannot but be sorry that he has lost his betrothed today, publicly and suddenly. .” "There is worse behavior than that," said Roth. "Go away!" "No, Your Majesty," Zanti said, without moving. "He has no rebellious behavior. I hope that two aggressive young people will not fight for a woman, causing both losers." Ron suddenly realized the recklessness of his actions, which violated the admonition of old man Ferran.He really behaved like a half-emotional Englishman rather than a Lanconian.He must never do things like love and hatred for a woman, no matter what the cost, he must control himself.He felt the scar on his thigh twitching. This scar was branded on his leg by his teacher and engraved on his heart at the same time.He straightened his body and put the sword into the scabbard. "Zanti, you are right!" he said, "Dale, this woman is yours, I can't force her, you marry her." None of the three of them moved, and Ron turned and walked away. Zanti woke up first, took a step forward and said to Ron. "No, Jura is your queen, Your Majesty, and you cannot abandon her so easily. If you do, the people will be angry, they..." "Damn people!" Ron yelled. "This woman hates me, and I cannot marry a man who hates me! Tell the people that the final contest is not fair. I will marry Celian. Tell the people everything." "I was the one who escorted you to Lanconia in the first place, Your Majesty," cried Zanti, "and it is my duty to remind you that you cannot behave in the English way. You want this woman, you hold a contest, you don't want To abandon her again. In the Lanconian way, you abandon this woman, and you lose the throne." Ron knew he was telling the truth, but living with a woman who hated him would spell disaster. Ron gritted his teeth and said, "I'd like to marry her, but I swear before God I won't touch her unless she begs me." He was about to go on, but the neighing of the horse interrupted him.It was Geralt.In the dim moonlight, his black face could hardly be seen clearly. Geralt reported to Ron that: "Our father is dead!" He held the rein of the horse and did not get off, and immediately turned the horse's head and returned to Escalan City. Ron held back his sadness, not looking at anyone around him, and walked straight to his horse.Now that Thor is dead, he is about to inherit the throne.However, the people do not recognize him as a king, and his wife does not recognize him as a husband!