Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

"You're such a fool!" Ron yelled at Geralt angrily, grabbed his reins and picked up Bretta almost simultaneously.The eyes of the Queen Watters were full of anger. "What did she do?" Jura asked her brother. "It's nothing to do with what she's doing," Ron exclaimed, "he's tantruming!" Geralt jumped off his horse, grabbed his sword at once, and scolded Ron, "You've lied to us, you're not only a stupid boy, you're a fool!" Ron's hand was also close to the handle.Jura quickly stood between her husband and brother, saying:

"Don't kill each other, you can discuss anything." "You're going to unite the tribes of Lanconia, but I hear she's going to attack Ariel," Geralt said, his tone full of resentment for Ron.According to him, he spent the night with Bretta, and when he awoke, she found her slipping out of the tent, and he followed her secretly. It turned out that she had ordered one of her guards to assassinate Ron and Jura.So, he kills the assassin and binds Bretta. Jura said to Ron, "My brother saved your life and mine, and you shouldn't be mad at him." Ron sneered. "He wants to cause a war, how can I not be angry!"

"You..." Geralt shouted, drew out his sword, and approached Ron. Ron put Bretta on the ground and met Gerald with his sword.Jura ran between them again. "Now is not the time to quarrel, we must prevent the development of the situation!" Jura discouraged both sides, "If the Vatels find their queen missing, they will think that the Ariel killed her, and that will indeed lead to war. ! We have to get it right, the sooner the better." Britta's mouth was gagged so that she could only grunt, but her eyes told people how angry she was that the plan to unite the tribes had been ruined because of Geralt's actions.So Ron is very angry with his half-brother.

"Ron!" Jura yelled, trying to get his attention. "We've got to try." Ron snorted and said, "You side with him!" "It's not a matter of favoritism," Jura said. "Geralt saved your life and mine..." She turned to her brother. "What did you do with the guard's body?" "I pushed him off the Fallen Rock." "No, it has to be brought back!" Jura ordered, but Geralt ignored him. "After carrying back the body, we brought Bretta back to the village and told all the people of the two tribes that the queen expressed her willingness to go to Ference with us."

Blaenor's slurred voice meant disapproval. "Hurry up!" Jura almost ordered Gerald, with a sharp and stern voice, "We need to act quickly, otherwise, if someone finds the corpse, there will be suspicion and riots!" Geralt had no choice but to obey, and rode away. Ron picked up Bretta and followed Jura into the tent. "Jura, just issue orders!" Jura said, putting on her boots, "Can I just let you two fight each other for Bretta?" Ron put Bretta on the bed, patted Jura on the shoulder, and said, "Forget it, let's reconcile, and don't take your brother's side against me in the future."

"I told you, I'm not taking sides. It's happened, and now we have to deal with it as quickly as possible," she said, untying Bretta's belt and untying her. Ron said, "Very well. I'll take Bretta back to the village and ask her to announce to the Vattles that she's willing to come with us to Ferrence. Meanwhile I'll organize Ferrence, Watters, and Al The Rials intermarried." Bretta shook her head on the bed in protest. Jura leaned forward to look at Bretta, and said gently: "If you don't tell why you want to kill us both, you will be punished. If you try to escape, I will shoot you with an arrow or cut off the tip of your nose." She put her hand on her Nose, a grim smile on his face.

Ron thought about it for a while, then said to Jura, "Call Dale!" Jura looked up at him. "With her son by her side, the Vattles will believe that their queen is free with us. In two hours we will ride to Ference to negotiate with Yeni." Jura dressed and went out of the tent to lead her horse.Ron came up and took her hand. "I think it won't take long for us to fight for peace. Be confident." Jura said: "If anyone sees Gerald kill Watters' guard, he will be killed, you and I may be assassinated, and there will be a war between the two tribes. The guard was killed. Sent to kill us, Gerald risked it for us, and you should not blame him."

"You always think of killing as the only way to solve problems. You are training for war. I doubt that you can live in peace. There are too many Lanconians plotting against each other!  …" "If you despise Lanconia so much, why don't you go back to your peaceful, good England?" she said, deliberately confronting him. "We don't need you to tell us what is wrong today and what not to do tomorrow; we have lived for centuries without you, and we will continue to survive in the future." "You know how to survive!" Ron almost shouted, his eyes blazing with anger. "But every Lankonian tribe lives like a prison. You have no decent roads; no trade; you have nothing but arms and wars, and you oppose my claims. Just had two days of peace, Queen Vatels was tied up as a hostage! In this way, what hope is there for Lanconia!"

"Then, should Geralt let Bretta's guards kill you?" Jura was also angry, staring at Ron with bright eyes.She found the Englishman's character and method of argument unreasonable and repulsive.But apart from hatred, there seemed to be some other emotions mixed in, which she couldn't figure out. Ron closed his eyes for a moment after a surge of emotion, and he restrained himself. "You don't know what Geralt means," he whispered to Jura. "Originally my brother was the king, but he gave it to you, and he risked his life to save you, but you despise him and me."

"I despise your simple minds," he said bluntly. "You only want to use your knife and axe. Geralt only wants to swing his sword. He said he was angry because Brenor threatened a The lives of the Arials. Geralt only thought of the Arials, not all the Lanconians. He could be the chief of a tribe, but not the king of Lanconia. He didn't want to kidnap a Queen, what might be the consequences!" He fell silent, looked at her intently, and said thoughtfully, "Perhaps your brother wants the peace to fail. Then the people will turn against me and kill me, and Gerald will be king .” He shook her hand firmly and paused.She clapped his hand, "Stop talking about this, I don't want to hear it."

"Come on," he said, "to find Dale and Cillian. We should ride to Ferrence as soon as possible." After watching Jura ride away, he turned and entered the tent.Brenau was still lying on the bed, and when he came in, she fixed her eyes on him. He took a few sips of wine to cheer himself up.Then yelled at Geralt for his recklessness and stupidity.Ron's intention was to persuade Bretta not to worry about it, and to cooperate with him to go to Yeni's land. Originally, he planned to wait for his messenger to bring back Yeni's news before acting, but Geralt disrupted his deployment, and he had to carry out his plan ahead of time.But he had an unruly queen in his hands, and his wife resented him again, as if Gerald were the crown prince and he was a stranger, ignorant of everything Lanconia, and useless. Ron put down his glass and continued cursing Geralt.No matter how Jura defended him, he didn't believe him.He guessed that Gerald wanted to make the combination of Watters and Ariel fail, and he might even join forces with Bretta, but Bretta was not satisfied with the child, so he rejected him.If this conjecture was correct, then he must be vigilant against Gerald not to let him stay and let him destroy the flimsy peace that had just begun between the two tribes. "Damn it!" he cursed again.He originally wanted to hold a peace alliance ceremony after presiding over the marriage ceremony of the two tribes, but now it is impossible.Take Geralt to Ferrence too, and Jura may protect his back from her brother's backstabbing. "It's time to go," he said to Britta, and finding her mouth was still stuffed, he went over and took it out for her. Bretta gasped and spat in Ron's face. "My guards will kill you and avenge me! I cannot go with you to Ference, nor will my people! My son was taken captive by Thor because he was young and ignorant; Am I a coward like him too?" "I heard Dale was taken away as a child, but he had attacked Saul." "But he failed," she said. "Dalle was not a faithful son to his father. My husband was a very charming Watters man, not a puny boy like you!" After saying that, Bretta got off the bed and stood up.Ron didn't shake her hand or give her a seat, but said seriously, "No matter what you think of us, you still have to help me achieve the unity of the tribes." "Didn't you marry that bitch? You still want to cheat on me!" Jealousy like gnashing of teeth made her hate Jura fiercely. Ron wanted to tell her a lesson, but he held back. "Jura is not what she used to be, and I won't allow you to despise her!" said he. "I tell you, if you don't accept my invitation to come to Ferenc, then I'll take it easy!" "What, can you cut off my head?" "No, you'll dig your own grave. Because you lost the hearts of a few tribesmen." Ron's words were powerful, forcing Bretta to think carefully. "You want me to go and find Jenny?" "I want to introduce you to his marriage," said Ron, firmly. Bretta laughed. "Do you want me to marry that robber? If both Ferrence and Watters are under my control, I can agree; otherwise, I will destroy you!" Ron decided he couldn't wait any longer, so he pulled Britta out of the tent and over to his horse. "Probably, Yeni believes he can manage Vattles." "If he dares to usurp my power, I will definitely kill him!" She said with resentment on her face. Ron picked her up and put her in the saddle. "Okay! You two fight each other for power and profit, and I will be the winner." He suddenly remembered something, and added: "By the way, I heard that Yeni has a beautiful daughter, maybe she can marry Dale .” "You stupid bastard!" she teased maliciously. He had mounted his horse, sat behind her, and held the reins. "I think 'foolish' is the best name you could have picked for me, I may not be as smart as you, but 'bastard' please take back because my birth is documented." He rode forward, hoping that Bretta would not notice his heart beating, and he still feared that her kidnapping would cause a storm that would disrupt the peace. Jura had already met Cillian and Daller, and when she found that Ron had arrived with Britta, she said to him, "We are all ready." Her tone and eyes were indifferent. "Where's Geralt?" Ron asked. Jura pointed to a bridge on the left.Geralt on horseback stood with Vattles' guards.The slain guard had been recovered, and the body lay beside them. When Ron asked Britta to announce her decision to go to Ferrence, her face became very hard and terrible, her eyes were full of hatred and irritation, her hands began to convulse, and her teeth were clenched, as if she Facing an invisible assassin or trap, if you don't fight hard, you will be swallowed in an instant.Ron looked at her expression, and the dilated pupils also showed fear. He held the sword handle in a posture of defense and action.If the woman gave an inflammatory order, he would immediately stab her to death before the horse. However, after a while, she leaned back as if feeling overtired, with gentle eyes on her face, and corresponding gestures with both hands, announcing that she was going to Ferenc according to Ron's intention. Determination. Unexpectedly, Bretta was opposed by her guards.They spoke of Ference at risk, , that the Queen was too indifferent for her own life.Bretta lost her temper, which turned out to be in Ron's favor. "I taught you how to fight," she said to her guards. "Don't you know that I am no stranger to weapons!" "Our queen, we all respect you," said a guard of about thirty years old. "It is a long way to the territory of Ference, and we are worried..." "You mean I'm old and I'm not suitable for long-distance travel, right?" She interrupted, her voice was not high but meaningful, "Am I really old?" "My lord, forgive me, that is not what I meant." Bretta looked back at Ron. "Now we're ready to hit the road, I'd love to meet Yeni. We'll prove who's old!" She jumped off Ron's horse, away from the stunned guards. They set off on horseback and headed for Ference. The horseshoes hit the narrow and hard mountain road, making a constant sound.Ron leads, Bretta, Jura, and Geralt in the middle, and Cillian and Dale adjourn. Looking at Ron's back, Jura thought of the village and tent that he had just left, and couldn't help but smile.She spent two sweet nights with him here, feeling very happy and comfortable.But then the smile faded from his face and cast a shadow over it.She doesn't allow herself to only indulge in enjoyment, but also to worry about her own country. Ron had warned her that Gerald had bad intentions for kidnapping Bretta, and she would never believe it, and if either Bretta was up to some dirty trick or Ron was wrong, she believed her half-brother Father's brother is good. After several hours, the force gradually distanced itself.No one spoke, and every rider moved forward silently. After a two-day journey, they entered the territory of Ferens.They are not traveling safely, and there are certain risks, so Ron urged everyone to be prepared to prevent attacks. At dusk, they stopped.Only Bretta looked tired, for she had been living comfortably and easily.Ron warned her commandingly: "You can't leave our sight." "I am the queen!" "Because you are the queen, you need protection." "You're so good at talking," Bretta said, her face changing from haughty to submissive, even flattering, "Can you just walk around with me?" Ron didn't answer directly, but shouted: "Jura, you walk with her, be careful not to go too far." Jura left her unloading horse and walked with Bretta. "He wants me to marry Yeni," Bretta whispered when they were out of sight, "and wants you to be queen." "I'm young enough to bear him a child." Jura was a little tired, and her voice was not loud. "My husband wants you very much, because he longs for peace in Lanconia." Bretta thought for a while, seeming to be analyzing and judging Ron's strategy. "He wants to rule the whole of Lanconia, and I don't see any future. Or, before he takes the right to rule, kill us people!" "For all I know, he didn't want to kill anyone. He had an aversion to killing that seemed absurd. He wouldn't even kill the Zenas who shot him." Bretta was shocked when she heard the news. "He intends to arrange for me to marry Yeni, also so that there will be no more wars and deaths?" Jura said: "He's an Englishman and he believes in the word of God. I don't know him completely yet, but Saul made him king for a reason. He's in power now until..." "Until someone kills him and leaves this world!" Bretta interjected. "So, you'd better not be his queen." "He wants to marry you," Jura said to her story. "Let's go back. Tonight, you're under surveillance. My brother tied you up. My husband can't help it. I just learned how to throw a knife." If you want to escape, I dare not say not to kill you." Bretta pretended not to hear. When they went back, people had lit a fire in the campsite, sat around and prepared simple food.Bretta sat on one side of the fire, watching Ron.He is only the king of Ariel, but he wants to rule the whole Lanconia.She catches him staring at Ju-ra and thinks, a man in power can't have true love, a lesson Dale's father taught her.But Ron obviously didn't understand. Bretta had loved a young man back then, loved him with all his heart, and as a result, Dale's father ordered his execution.Britta is very sad and angry about this!Later she thought that although her husband was jealous, she did teach him a lesson.When a person is truly in love, he or she becomes weak and cannot hold power.So, since she learned that lesson, she has never loved again, neither her husband nor her son, she has loved neither. Now, she saw that Ron's eyes were always following Jura, which exposed his weakness.She believed that, because of this weakness, it was impossible for him to achieve his intended goal and accomplish his great work. Her eyes turned to Celian, a beautiful, kind woman.Leaning beside Sirian was Dale, and Bretta watched his son for a long time.He is young and tall, but he does not have his father's air, nor does he seem to have his mother's ambition.Bretta didn't want to win her son to unite with her against Ron. In her opinion, Dale was more of an Ariel than a Watters. At last her eyes fell on Geralt, and she found that he was just the one she needed.Because he is full of hatred. During the intermarriage ceremony between the two tribes, he came to Bretta like a puppy begging for his master's favor by wagging its tail.He's a bit of a bluster and a braggadocio, but he doesn't hide his fear of rejection. At first, Bretta was furious that Ron had given her such a big kid.But when she saw Gerald's lustful eyes, she thought that there might be some useful information to be gained from him, so she allowed him to seduce her. Geralt is a feisty, bumbling lover, and Bretta thinks he needs a mother, not a woman.When he was thrown into her arms and caressed, he poured out his heart to her, he hated Ron.And she was sympathetic. He said Saul had told him many times to use Ron as a role model. "He hasn't seen him in years, this Ron is as weak and useless as his English mother," he cried. "I should be the rightful king of Lanconia, but... unless..." He looked away , I don't know how to express my inner anger. "Would you like some wine?" Britta said, smiling. "Why did the Englishman pass you?" "Because King Saul trusted him, but treated me like a child!" Geralt said dissatisfied. "What did he do to gain Thor's trust?" Geralt told how Ron opened St.The matter of Helen's gate. Geralt fell asleep at the end, but Bretta was awake.While listening to Geralt's story, she considered how to kill Ron.If this angry young man could really become King Ariel, it would be easy to marry him.Then she can become the queen of Vatels and Ariar, she can destroy Zenas and Ferens, drive away Boylens and Ertans, and finally she can become the queen of the whole Lanconia. But Geralt wakes up and kills her guards, thwarting her elaborate plan.When Geralt tied her up, she tried to convince him that he would certainly follow her lead if he allowed her to get the word out.But at that time, he was like a son who betrayed his mother. Although he was tall and strong, his mind was slow and he would not listen to any explanation from her. He made a huge mistake in handing her over to Ron, because Bretta lost her freedom of movement, and his plan to murder Ron came to naught. But now she is still delusional, and she wants to win Gerald back into her arms.If she could find the right language, there was hope that they could unite and rule Lanconia together. Currently, she needs to get rid of Ron and Jura as soon as possible.But can Geralt help her? Jura woke up before dawn.She whispered to Sirian, and quietly went down the hill to the river to wash off the dust of the journey.At the foot of a steep slope near the river bank, she took off her clothes, stepped into the water, and bathed in the faint morning light. When she went ashore and put on her clothes, she heard voices on the slope. She holds her knife. "Please don't throw," Ron called from the shadows. From the tone of his voice, she knew his thoughts, and immediately felt happy and warm. She kept the knife beside her and watched Ron come down the steep slope towards her.Obviously, he had been sitting on the high slope for a long time, quietly admiring her taking a bath.The very thought of it arouses a vaguely sweet feeling! He was close to her, and his massive body reminded her of the lions of the south they had told her.In the dim light, his eyes flickered.She felt that her breathing was getting faster and faster, and her muscles seemed to be expanding. She held out her arms to him and he hugged her tightly. Standing against a tree, she vaguely felt the rough bark rubbing against her back.He picked her up and put her on top of him. A few minutes later, Ron lifted his head from Jura's neck, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Good morning!" She smiled at him: "Good morning!" They were still standing against the tree, inseparable. "Have you been watching me take a shower?" "No... I don't let a single person leave the campsite," said Ron. "I'm here and I can see everybody." He looked at him affectionately. "Let's take another bath, I love playing with you in the water." Jura felt a little ashamed and flushed.It seemed odd that she should be so close to the Englishman.But she obediently took off her clothes and went into the water again. When Ron approached her in the water, she tentatively asked: "Have you...have you loved anyone before, or someone pursued you?..." Ron smiled happily.Whenever she talked about anything, except the war, he felt kind and happy. He told her that, back in England, a woman had wanted him. "Because you are a prince?" "No, she took a fancy to my appearance." "You are as tall as a Lanconian. But you are a little pale. Perhaps you Englishmen are colorless." "Why, do you always think I'm not manly? Then, when we first met, why did you allow me to make contact with you? I don't think you ever allowed other men to do the same, even Dale, whom you loved. I think he chose you only because you are better at training than other women." They went ashore and put on their clothes.Ron asked softly, "Jura. You're worried about making yourself love me, aren't you?" She was going to leave him. He held her hand and continued to ask: "Why are you afraid of loving me? Are you afraid of losing me?" She stared at him. "Yes, I'm afraid you won't stay long. If Yeni doesn't kill you, there will be someone else." Ron smiled. "I will never get used to your directness." He released her and said, "Jura, I will surprise you. I will not only live, but I will complete my cause of peace. Before I die, I must make All tribes of Lanconia unite." He took her again into his arms. "You want to marry Dale. I don't believe his kiss makes you feel like mine. Your heart will belong to me, Jura, it's just a matter of time." She whispered, "You're a half-breed, and I don't know you. You should go back to England and stay out of Lanconia, lest there be war." "Will you go back with me, then?" he asked. "Women are respected there, certainly for their skill at housekeeping, not for their ability to knock other women down." "I want to stay here. I am a Lankonian." When she uttered these words, she suddenly felt extremely painful in her heart.To really never see his smile, never feel his hug, seems incredible and heartbreaking! Looking at his tall body and golden hair, she felt an urge to touch him.But she reined in her emotions.She found that she really loved Ron, but she couldn't love blindly. She had to watch and wait. If his plan would cause war and kill many people, she couldn't follow him anyway. "Let's go back," she said softly. After he kissed her again, he returned to the camp with her. "Easier to conquer Lanconia than to conquer you," sighed Ron. "Come on. I'm afraid I'll be away from your brother and Bretta for too long, and she'll get him to stab me in the throat while I'm sleeping." "You're wrong about him!" Jura said gravely, as she began to climb up the hill. "I see hatred in some people's eyes. Can you protect my back?" said Ron. "If you had to choose between the two of us, who would you choose?" Jura didn't think about the sudden question and couldn't answer it.She just silently followed Ron up the mountain.She didn't have to choose, because Ron was afraid that someone would murder him before he reached Ferrence.For some reason, when Jura thought of losing Ron, she felt very heavy, even her heart ached.But she still controlled herself not to have illusions.