Chapter 10 chapter Ten

Jura seemed to hear something.woke up.Leaning against a big tree, she guarded the thatched hut vigilantly, and almost didn't sleep all night, but she was cold and tired, and fell asleep after being dazed for a while before dawn. "It's all right." She heard a voice. Leaning her upper body forward, she opened her panicked eyes and saw that it was Ron.He didn't know when he fell asleep at her feet; at this time he was still lying lazily on the ground next to her. "How long have you been sleeping here?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. "I don't lie down until you fall asleep."

She puffed out her chest and stood firm. "Look," he said, shaking his head at the farmhouse.It turned out that the fat farmer's wife appeared at the door, scratching her arms open. "People wake up, so should we. Let me tell you, Bretta is very interested in my plan to unite the tribes. We talked for a few hours last night. There may be an agreement." "This is real?" She looked at him suspiciously.The morning sun shone on him, his hair was curly and golden like wheat waves, and his eyes were as clear and blue as lake water. "You've washed the oil from your hair, and that might help your negotiations with her? Did you find her eager to kill us both?"

Ron made a face. "Jura, she is a woman of knowledge. Please meet her, I think she will like you." Jura realizes how childish she is.Bretta is Daller's mother, she will always love Daller, so it is possible to love her too. "I'm going to meet her," she said finally. Ron stood up and smiled at her, "You won't regret it," he said with certainty. When Jura walked into the farmer's hut, he straightened his back, held his head high, and there was a nervous, vigilant look in his eyes.Bretta sat on a stool opposite the brazier, and when she noticed Jura approaching, she looked up at her.

Jura felt that she understood this woman immediately.She had seen Bretta several times, but at a distance and could not see clearly; now, so close, she thought she would see an ugly, old woman with gray hair and a wrinkled face. , but the reality is far from what she imagined.It is true that she is not young anymore, she is nearly forty years old, but after all, she is not an old face, nor does she have a scar, but she is charming and smooth, and exudes a charming charm.Her hair is surprisingly thick.Draped on his head like a crown, his upright face was still flushed with crimson; especially those not very big eyes were bright and affectionate. "My God, how beautiful she is! There is such a combination of power and beauty in the world!"

Jura had heard for a long time that Bretta was also the kind of capable woman who lived in a man's world.For many years, she was puzzled.With her a widow, how can she control a tribe?How difficult it will be to maintain power to rule.Now she began to understand that Bretta was unusual, her cold, piercing eyes reminded one of the eyes of a wolf in the moor, her expression calm on the outside but alert inwardly, like that of a vulture soaring high in the sky. attitude.Her half-smile is not only cunning, cruel, but also courageous and powerful.At one point Jura asked Dal why didn't his mother ask Sol to return her son?Now that I think about it, I am too naive. How can Bretta cause troubles between two tribes for one person, which may endanger her throne?Even her own son.She wouldn't do that either.

But Jura found that Bretta looked at her with an unfriendly expression, and seemed to regard her as an enemy.Her hair couldn't help standing on end.She wondered sensitively, did Bretta intend to take her prominent position? "Ah, you!" Bretta said to Jura in a hoarse voice, "you are the woman who deserted my son and betrayed your closest friend to win the Queen!" Jura's first reaction was to defend herself and explain to the other party, but she didn't know why she didn't do so, but replied: "Yes. I am the queen of King Ariel, which is better than a hungry Vatels Aren't people much better?"

Jura seemed to hear Ron's dissuading voice behind her, but she continued to stare at Bretta regardless.It was now clear to both of them that their first meeting had been an open struggle. "I've heard that you're a virgin queen!" Bretta sneered, then rejoiced.Zhu La felt that her slightly thick red lips showed a kind of wanton obsequiousness.She continued to look Jura up and down with that piercing eye, and could see that she disdained Jura's women's dress of Watters and the bow and arrows behind her.Indeed, Jura's and Bretta's cream-coloured gowns, gold necklaces, and precious stones were nothing compared. "Maybe your husband would like to dress you up as a man, or maybe he prefers a real woman!"

Jura speculated from the other party's tone that Bretta had taken a fancy to and attempted to possess Ron. "I don't know who he likes. But what I know is that he is easy to win and easy to lose!" Jura turned to leave after speaking, and Ron tried to block her, but she pushed him away and flew out in a whirlwind. With the disgust and irritability of being bitten by a vicious dog, she left the farmhouse and ran forward aimlessly.Jomo walked a mile, through the forest, and came to a little river.She stopped, then took off the disgusting clothes, and plunged into the cold water to swim and wash the dust off her body.Never in her life had she experienced such unpleasantness, not even the death of her parents had caused her so much pain and embarrassment.She has been tormented ever since this Englishman came into her life.

In the past, with Dale caring about her, taking care of her, and protecting her, her path has always been smooth, but now everything has changed and become unbearable.Ron complained about her following him and protecting his back, and now Bretta was hostile, teasing her like she was a thorn in her side!The more she thought about it, the more frustrated and angry she became, her eyes burst into anger, and she even wanted to cry, scream, and long for revenge! She stood in the water, froze for a while.The icy cold water stimulated her skin, comforting her and bewildering her at the same time.She gently washed her neck, thinking of Ron, she felt more and more confused about him, he had read many books and had a lot of knowledge, he thought his vocation was to save Lanconia, but why did he have to Come to negotiate with Brenau?Why did she have to be ridiculed by this woman?

Feeling calmer after her bath, she went ashore and put on her Vattlesian clothes again. "Ah, here you are!" She heard Ron's voice, but instead of looking at him, she put on her riding boots again. "I've spoken to Bretta," he said wistfully, "and you're right that this woman is not easy to deal with. The alliance she wants is not at all what I plan. She asks to marry me if I agreed, and she allowed intermarriage between Vaters and Ariel." He frowned, and finally warned: "Don't go too far, it's dangerous in this forest." "Is the hut safe?" she asked. "Come on, let's go back and get something to eat." She was about to start when Ron grabbed her arm.

"You can no longer move around this place alone. Any man who sees you will attack you." "Why?" she screamed at him. "Why do men attack me? Remember, I'm a virgin, everyone knows that, and I don't need a man!" She jerked her arm out, " Go back to Bretta and tell her that you agree to marry her. I give you liberty, and the Arials will be glad to see a union with Vatels, for it was made by the marriage of the king and queen Yes, you set an example first." He immediately retorted, and every word he uttered was stiff. "Then you'll get Dale! He's the man you'll ever need!" "Yes, Dale," Jura said.Saying this familiar name here and now made her feel very kind, and tears rolled out of her eye sockets unconsciously.She yelled at Ron again, "Go to her and tell her: she has what she wants, and she will have a golden-haired king, and you will carry out the plans of your clans to unite." "You cried for him," whispered Ron, "you gave Dalle your tears!" "Why not?" she cried to him. "I always loved him. What vows, what entreaties, you speak to me, you know nothing of a guardwoman's heart. Go to Bretta! She may be able Control your man!" Ron was trembling with anger, his face grim. "Yes, you are right. This marriage is good for Lanconia, I will consider it. King Ariel and Queen Vatels are going to get married." He narrowed his eyes at her, "But I doubt Prince Vatels Can Dale marry a king's adopted daughter, who is not a tribal princess!" She slapped him sharply.She was strong and powerful, and the palm was very loud, but Ron didn't dodge or stop it.They stood there looking at each other for a long time. "Tomorrow we will ride out of here," he said to her at last. "Bretta will gather the young men and women of Vatels, and we will take them to the border of Ariel, where we will hold a mass marriage ceremony." "Then I'll take Dale," she said. "I'm still a virgin." He stared at her for a while, and her handprint was clearly visible on the left side of his face.Then, he turned and walked towards the farmhouse, at the same time telling her again: "Don't go far alone." Ron stopped when Jura was out of sight, and leaned against a tree, touching his fevered cheek, feeling like crying. Ever since he was born, sensible, he knew that fate made him a king.He was willing to sacrifice everything to do his duty to Lanconia.But in one area of ​​life, he defied the wishes of old man Feilan, and that was that he had to choose his own wife.He knows that if his wife is not what he wants, it will cause great pain in his life.He wants to choose a woman he loves, so he is willing to take risks in the competition. He really liked Jura very much, but she didn't seem to need him.Although they are married, he still doesn't know her.He protected her in every way, but this aroused her resentment.She was always playing tricks, playing tricks, and never heeding Ron's concerns about her safety.Thus making it difficult for him to concentrate on difficult tasks.Now she wanted him to marry Bretta, and she to Dale, it was abominable! Another point of his displeasure with Jura is her antagonism towards Bretta.Bretta had ordered her entourage back, putting her life in Ron's hands, a testament to her complete trust in him.But Zhu La didn't understand this truth, and his disposition was too arrogant, which might ruin things.Of course she was only an eighteen-year-old girl, simple-minded and forgivable.He loves and hates Jura, sympathizes with and pities him, and his feelings are very complicated. After a while, Jura came to where he stood, made her case again, and she refused to see Bretta again.Having said that, she stormed off into the depths of the wood, as if that way she might avoid the attack, or single-handedly repel any foe that came.But he was worried, and kept watching her quietly, making sure Jura was safe. That night, Jura, like a stubborn kitten, has been sitting outside the farmhouse door watching the dark wilderness.He didn't know whether to think of her as a fool or to thank her.If she was right, Bretta's promise would be a farce.When morning came, Jura didn't see Bretta's men coming to raid the hut or kidnap Ron, so she dozed off until the sun was high. Ron woke Jura up at breakfast.But she didn't want to go into the house, didn't want to see Bretta.They were arguing, overheard by Bretta, and the two women engaged in a verbal battle.Jura's insinuating attack on Bretta makes Ron fear it will derail negotiations between the two tribes.Later, Jura went through the woods, and he stayed to explain to Bretta, saying that Jura was young and inexperienced, please ask for her understanding. The farmer was away, and Bretta took the opportunity to tease Ron.She looked sweetly into his eyes as she leaned closer to him.Ron looked at the expectant and greedy expression on her face, and a strange feeling stirred in his heart, and he could even hear the sound of his own pulse beating.He understood that as long as he responded a little at this time, she could let him manipulate her as she wished. Bretta couldn't say she wasn't pretty, oh my god, she was gorgeous, and she had a lot of experience in bed, no doubt.But what she aroused in him was not excitement but almost terror.He didn't want to hug her body that was rushing with blood, but he quickly moved his legs away as if avoiding Teacher Feilan's red-hot iron.It was the same as when he was in England. He was indifferent to ordinary women and never had the urge to have fun with them.Only when he thought of the face and figure of a young girl did his whole soul stir and drive him mad. Bretta talked to him in a very low voice and continued to seduce him.She said that if he agreed to marry her, they would have no problem uniting the tribes, they could rule Lanconia together, and spend their nights very happily, but either way, Ron was always in control. Containing her own feelings, Bretta dared not seduce him further.Jura was still on Ron's mind, and the old desire to hug and kiss her came back.He felt that he and Bretta had performed too much, and it seemed that it was time to end. At an opportune time he left Bretta and hurried to Jura.He wanted to tell her about Queen Vatels' actions and show his heart.But he still couldn't forget what Jura said about breaking their engagement. Jura, my Jura, even burst into tears when talking about the man she loved!Ron suddenly felt his heart beating wildly in his chest, and his whole body was in pain like being burned by a raging fire. But when he saw her again, he immediately hugged her, kissed her, touched her.She is cold to him.She probably still wanted to end their fragile marriage, he thought, and break away from him altogether.If that's the case, he can't force her to be tied to him and let her decide for herself.For the benefit of Lanconia as a whole, he could agree to marry Bretta if necessary. "What a fool you are!" Jura babbled. "You don't know anything about how we think or how we live." "Can't you talk to me?" said Ron sincerely. They spoke in the open field in front of the farmhouse. In the woods opposite Bretta had addressed a hundred and fifty young men and women of Watters, calling upon them to go to the borders of Ariel and marry there.But because of fear, these men and women tried various methods to stay. The men said they were injured while hunting and needed recuperation; the women shed tears and said they needed care at home.Therefore, Bretta's guards patrolled the surrounding area to prevent anyone from escaping. "Bretta will not sincerely unite the various tribes," Jura continued to say to Ron, "the reason she agreed to your terms is to use the power of the two tribes to realize her ambition to conquer the entire Lanconia. I I told you that King Saul killed her husband and took away her child, she hated Ariel very much, why did she suddenly unite with the Ariel?" "Her husband was killed, and she will have a new husband," said Ron grimly. "A strong and healthy husband can drive away the dead husband in her memory." "You wouldn't swear to God if she liked you that way"?Jula shot back bitterly, "You boast of being healthy and strong, but I have not seen and confirmed it. Maybe I should sympathize with Bretta, but I care more about my country. The Ariel believe in you so much, but you put people's It is foolish and unwise to place fate on Bretta!" "It's jealousy," he said, glaring at Jura. "What, jealousy?" she cried to him. "I'm married to you, but I'm lonelier than ever." She mounted her horse, sighed, and added, The tower is useful, so you are safe; but when you are no longer useful to her. You must watch out for her knives and swords!" "Stop talking nonsense!" said Ron. "I'm not as stupid as you say, I understand everything." Jura cried no more, and rode to the edge of the wood, and stopped to watch the Vattles who had assembled here, and they admired her, both male and female. Then Brenor appeared, dressed in an apricot wool robe and a ruby ​​headband, her expression was very solemn, she walked calmly like a powerful person, and then stepped across with the help of her attendants. Get on the saddle.Ron rode up to her, she held out her hand to him, and he kissed it lightly.Looking at all this, Zhu La felt a feeling that she had never felt before. This feeling was like biting her heart bit by bit.She followed every movement of Bretta and Ron with her eyes.She thought that it would not be difficult for Ron to announce that he had abandoned her. He only declared that he hated her and that she was still a virgin, so he could break off the engagement smoothly.But after her divorce, Dale may not be able to reconcile with the ground, because he is a prince, and she is only Sol's adopted daughter, so she can only marry men of humble status.But she was too proud to tell Ron anyway. Bretta and Ron rode in front, Jura followed them, flanked by Watters' guards, and then the silent young men and women who were forcibly recruited by Watters. Brenau's eyes lingered on Ron, as if she was starving and he was the food at the banquet.He tried his best to avoid the look, pretending to look away. Looking at his golden hair, she asked in a seductive tone, "Why does your father Saul have such a beautiful son as you?" "My mother was very beautiful," he replied quickly, and to divert the conversation away from him he spoke of an impending marriage. "Your son Dale will no doubt come to the wedding too, and you can see him now." "I'm going to visit all of you," she said, "and that's our wedding night too." Ron refused to agree directly, but whispered: "Maybe Jura will marry Dale." Britta said: "I will never allow him to marry my son. My son is Prince Waters and will succeed me in the future. He can't make her his queen. This girl is so unpopular. She has been A king who refuses once, will be refused a second time." Ron wanted to protect Jura, and said in a tactful tone, "You don't know, they grew up together, Dalle loves her, and she likes Daller." Britta stared at Ron and said firmly: "Ariel's law stipulates that if a woman is abandoned by her husband, she can no longer marry a high-ranking person. My son is a prince, of course he cannot marry her." "Jura didn't know about the rules," said Ron. "She doesn't know, don't you know?" Britta's face became gloomy, and she reined in the horse. "If you still want Jura, I will tell you now that I cannot lead us Vatels to the border of Ariar. I must be queen of all Lanconia, otherwise, I will return immediately." At this moment, Ron further understood that Jura was right about Bretta.She really wanted to rule Lanconia through a union of tribes.So he reached out and took her hand, kissed it, and said in a low voice, "When we're married, will we have children?" That made Britta instantly quiet and smile.But Ron thought, Jura was less than half the age of Bretta, and she was several times more beautiful than Bretta, how could he marry her as his wife? Bretta thought she was much stronger than Jura.As she rode on, she whispered to Ron, "You and I are made for each other. We don't even have to wait for the wedding ceremony, we can enjoy each other's joys now." Ron smiled at her, but it was fake.So that she would not talk about the subject again, he deliberately asked her: "Please tell me, how can a woman as beautiful as you command the people of Vatels?" Lazily said: "This matter..." He hesitated to speak, as if to let Ron think about the answer by himself. ... Ron thought, this is indeed a difficult woman to deal with.If she did not allow Jura to marry Dale, what would Jura do?Perhaps Jura understood this too. The reason why she broke off the engagement with him was because she hated him?No, it won't.Every time he approached her, Jura never refused.Or did she hate his vows?An Englishwoman would understand him, because Englishwomen need knights to swear to them. But Jura is not an Englishwoman. Britta took the bridle and put her hand on Ron's arm. "You're very strong," she whispered. "You don't like Jura, but you don't like all women, do you?" Ron winked at Bretta and said, "I don't know because I've never slept with a woman before." Bretta continued to mutter something, but Ron didn't catch it.He only thought of Jura, but he was surrounded by Vaters, so he had to smile and nod in order not to annoy Brenor. At noon, they stopped to eat.These Vattles were all given black bread and water, but some refused to eat, and some were still crying.And Bretta specially arranged a banquet to have lunch with Ron.Ron couldn't eat because he was thinking about Jura. After eating, he walked alone in the woods, blaming himself for being so cruel to Jura.He looked everywhere, but there was no sign of her. Walking to a small clearing, he knelt down and prayed. "God, please help me again," he said with closed eyes and infinite devotion, "I am a fool and have done stupid things, please forgive me. I have sworn not to touch my wife unless she begs me , but I have also warned about love and honor, I love her with all my heart, and will never die. Lord, I cannot keep two contradictory vows at the same time. So, I ask that the first warning be repealed, that seems like an ignorance A child's mischief, and not the behavior of a man and a king. Lord, I am your obedient servant, and I repent to you. I bring Christianity to the people of Waters and Ertans, I To rule all Lanconia, rescind my first absurd childish oath!" When Ron finished praying, he opened his eyes and found the strange tranquility in the forest, as if he was the only one left in the world.He got up and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard the sound of a tree branch breaking not far from the right.He immediately walked towards the sound. It was Jura!She stood there, knife in hand, watching him approach. "Oh, it's you!" she said, bending over to wipe the blood off the knife with the grass. "What are you doing here?" he asked, laughing, delighted to see her.Her bloody knife was less dangerous than Bretta's obsequiousness. "I killed six rabbits!" She stood upright and said to him. "Are you going to tell Bretta about this? The woods still belong to her, and she will hang me, the poacher." "I'll never tell her!" he said, still smiling at her. Jura stuffed her prey into the knapsack. "Why are you laughing? Have you and Bretta agreed to marry?" Ron hugged the ground suddenly.He hadn't hugged her for a long time, and she held an indescribable charm for him. "I've asked God to break my vow," he said excitedly. "You're alone, and I'm alone. Why don't we reunite?" She pushes him away. "Are you crazy? You seem to have a special relationship with God. Did God tell you at night, or did you see God during the day?" Ron smiled happily. "Verily, I have renounced my vows, Jura, that we are husband and wife." She lay in his arms, but said, "You marry Brenau, and I marry Dale." "You should understand the law. If you and I can dissolve the engagement, you can't marry Dale. That will not help the cause of Lanconia's unification." He said, kissing her neck. "let me go!" "You are my wife!" His hands began to caress her.Ever since the game, he dreamed of hugging her, caressing her, kissing her! ... Jura threw her head back and closed her eyes. "Leave me and go to Britta!" she whispered in a hoarse voice. "I don't want Bretta, I want you and you alone. Tonight, Jura, I'll go to where you live. When we get to the camp, I'll come to you. Tonight you won't be a virgin." .We became a real couple." He hugged her tightly.He longed for her body.Her lips are so soft and lovely, and her eyes are bright and clear, how lovely! "You Englishman, are you trying to make fun of me?" she asked him quietly. "If you come to me, you'll lose Bretta." "Jura, I never wanted her, just you. You should believe it." "I don't know if I should trust you." "I promise, I'll give my life to convince you. It's time to go, take your rabbit. I don't want to make Britta and her men angry and kill us before tonight. Go, my darling!" A look of panic came over Jura's young, beautiful face, but she obeyed him and left him with her rabbit on her back. Ron stood watching Jura until he disappeared into the woods.He was silently thinking about how to welcome the coming night, when he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance.He immediately hid behind a tree and watched.But the sound disappeared quickly, and nothing was seen. He guessed that Bretta must be following him.No doubt she had seen him with Jura.When he hugged Jura, he lost his guard, and Bretta might have been sneaking through the woods to spy on his movements. Suddenly, he felt fear.A woman with a strong desire for power like Bretta, who is jealous of a girl, what is she going to do? He tried his best to calm himself down, walked back quietly, and saw that it was Brenau from a distance.He stood against a tree and watched her move from a distance.Bretta muttered something to one of her guards, and the man nodded.Immediately went into the village and left, and Bretta returned to the place where she had eaten. Ron guessed that something might be going wrong, so he turned and followed the guard.He walked through the woods, came to the resting crowd of Watters, bent down and bowed his head, as if looking for someone.Suddenly, he drew his bow and arrow and stared at a target.Ron was shocked!It turned out that Jura was in his shooting career.At this extremely critical moment, he didn't have time to think about the result, so he quickly threw his sword, aiming at the guard's back! The Watters guard lay down without making a sound. Ron understood that he had to leave the scene as soon as possible.So he drew his sword from the corpse, and at the same time he carried him on his shoulders, and walked toward the river, hiding him with great swiftness among the rotting bushes.After careful inspection, there was no possibility of exposure, so he went back to the place where he ate. Bretta was waiting for him.Although there was a smile on her lips, there was anger in her eyes. "You've been shopping for a long time." "I went to see my wife," he said with a childlike smile, showing sincerity, "to comfort her." "Why are you comforting her?" He approached Bretta. "This is the way I often comfort women, with my arms and lips, do you like this way of comfort? Aren't we going to get married soon!" "We're getting married? If you still remember spending time with your wife..." Ron leaned in and kissed her.This kiss, he felt, had pleased her and aroused her lust.He knew that what she wanted was not only his identity, but also his body. "Jura is the sister of a man," he took the opportunity to warn her, "and this man may one day be king of Ariel. If Jura is harmed, Gerald will lead an army to avenge her! I don't want us to be killed." He murdered, and we have to unite the tribes, so I want to comfort her, understand?" Bretta frowned. "Maybe that's true," she said, "but I don't like you and her..." Bretta hurried away. Ron thought she might go to see if her guards had killed Jura.If she found Jura alive and her guard missing, she'd guess what happened, or at least she'd think him suspicious. How right Jura had been about Bretta, Ron thought again.Jura had warned him many times since he had penetrated deep into Vattles territory.Now, his life and hers are in Bretta's hands.Jura is right, he is already in a very dangerous situation because of his ego and subjectivity. He must dispel Bretta's suspicions and guide the Vatels to the border of Ariel, so that he and Jura can escape from danger. His heart was bound to Jura's.He couldn't go to Jura tonight, he had to spend time with Bretta and hold her steady.Jura will be safe only if he is under Bretta's watch, otherwise, Bretta will still send someone to kill her! It was time to go, and Ron wearily mounted his horse.