The Amber Sword: Act 146 warm words of hope (8)

Act 144 warm words of hope (eight)

While Brando said sorry, the quarrel in the longhouse seemed to be upgraded to -- at this moment.

A loud noise, youngster patted his hands on the table spliced ​​with pine boards, and the blue tendons exploded. "I don't agree!" He reddened his eyes and scolded his teeth. "Funiya is still a child, the daughter of Lady Sally! And we are men in the tribe, men, do you have to live by exchanging the life of a child? "

"Can you do it?"

"Can you!"

youngster's roar echoed in the long house. When everyone looked at me and I looked at you, no one dared to answer. Bolton hugged his hands and remained silent, while the elder just sighed -- and raises head and blinked his old, muddy eyes.

Everyone is deeply breathed in.

"Who is that?" Brando asked, looking at the Longhouse.

"Brother To." The little girl lowly replied in elf, she blinked, her voice was so crisp that it fell like a string of silver bells on the open space in the forest.

Brando nodded.

The long house was silent for a while.

"Enough," the thin middle-aged man sighed one breath for a long time, he shook his head: "Thank you, you've said enough, stop damage everyone."

"Uncle Cliff!" youngster clenched his fists.

"already is enough. Why don't we understand --, but we are Senian, do you understand? This is the fate we carry, life and death, we cannot choose for ourselves."

"Thu, do you remember those people who died in the forest?" the middle-aged asked lowly.

youngster is slightly loose, he can't make a syllable when he wants to say anything; he can only bite the upper lips of one's own tightly, raise his head to took a deep breath, and blink red eyes: "Of course, my father ..."

"He is here to keep you alive, boy." The elder sighed.

"I know."

"We are all everyone," the middle-aged man replied: "So please consider our position, as well as those of the dead people."

"In our Senian legend, there is such a long song in the forest, but the souls of our ancestors are watching us in this forest; they fight, bleed and sacrifice in Black Forest generation after generation, But it doesn't make us rush to mourn it all. "

"Do you understand?" he asked word by word.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, and someone was sobbing in a low voice.

"I ... understand."

"Yes, could it be that we will live forever. So what's the point, Lady Niya also said that people are not just living, it is enough --" youngster Don't wipe your eyes and wipe your eyes, choking: " Can I give up everything if I live? "

“At least there is hope,” the middle-aged person shook his head: “If I ca n’t see hope, please, at least I hope to leave this hope to you --”

youngster looks down.

"Elder, let's make a decision." The middle-aged man turned his head.

The elder's eyes flashed a sorrow, and he was silent for a moment: "Okay, but none of us have the right to let other people die for us, I hope you can ask Funiya one's own opinions."

"But there was no such precedent." Someone in the crowd said.

"That's because the people who made the choices were all men in the clan or the elderly. I believe they have the ability to judge and understand what they are doing." The elder replied, lowering his eyelids.

Everyone froze, then silent.

"But Funiya is a child, what does she know? could it be that We have to leave the fate of a tribe to a child to decide, this is too hasty!" Some people in the crowd objected.

The face of the middle-aged person also cooled down.

"But now you also have to rely on a small child to save yourself, don't you --, even if it is a last resort, shouldn't you be ashamed?" The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the black people in the long house, a little bit angry. ask.

"Say this, but there has never been such a precedent before. Besides, Funiya is the elder's granddaughter ..." someone whispered.

This sentence is like a stone thrown into the water. The crowd couldn't help but be quiet. The lowering of the head's support slightly reacted. -- He turned back like an angry lion and stared at the crowd. The person who speaks.

Tho almost didn't believe anyone else thought so at this moment.

"It's true that she is not your daughter, so can you send her out indifferently in exchange for your gossip Ah?" youngster is almost roaring, he will roar out loudly: "You You bastard, you do n’t deserve to call it Senian, now, get out of me -- "

His deterrent gaze scared the man pale. retreat stepped.

"You, what are you talking about, I just say a possibility, but it doesn't mean that it is true ..." The man stuttered and answered, "Again, it is not impossible, thank you. Can you guarantee that the elders don't think so? Are you an elder? "

The elder took a look here, did not say a word.

youngster clenched his fists. He closed his eyes took a deep breath and was about to explode. But at this time, Correct, a small, soft sound penetrated the silence of the long house:

"Don't make noise --!"

I don't know when the door has been pushed open.

The Funiya wearing a linen skirt is standing outside the door; the little girl clenched her fists tightly with her little hands, almost exhausting her whole body strength and shouting this sentence with her eyes closed --

"Everyone, stop arguing ..."

She opened her eyes, with a pleading in the deep green, tears couldn't stop falling; the little girl looked at everyone with tears in her eyes and sobbed into the long house: "I'm sorry, Dad, Grandpa Sorry, Funiya is not good ... "

For a while.

In addition to the cry of Funiya in the long house, there was silence.

The middle-aged person is silent, he stands up silently, walks slowly to the side of Funiya; crouches slowly, hugs the little girl and whispers: "Sorry! Funiya, we really **** it, **** --"

Burton suddenly clenched his head in the middle of the crowd and burst into tears.

for a moment, everyone, silent.

Only the eyes of the elders fall outside the long house --

The old man slowly stood up and bowed slightly to the Brando outside the door: "Let you see the joke, sir."

Brando pressed one hand on the one's own hilt. He looked at these people, did not say a word.

He did n’t even know how he felt at this moment, but felt that he could n’t even say a word; his hands clenched the one's own hilt and the knuckles rattled, but it seemed that only in this way could he be better .

He silently saw the Senian elderly elder rises from the table and looked at him with a look of calmness, as if with a lot of determination to kneel down --, kneeling deeply in front of himself, Head-to-head:

"Sir, please help us!"

"I know, I can't give you this trouble, but ..."

The old man begged almost in tears.

Everyone is silent, everyone's eyes are focused on Brando alone.

youngster Seeing the Funiya with dim eyes and seeing Bolton crying, his heart sighed a little for the so-called life and death. But he couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, only he felt panicked.

He moved his lips and seemed to want to speak.

But at this time, Correct, he felt a soft little hand holding the one's own hand -- youngster for a moment, and he looked back and saw a pair of dark eyes.

Unbearable and determined -- is hidden in those beautiful eyes at the same time

is Amandina.

She still follows.

And damsel couldn't bear to watch this scene, she almost hesitated, shake, but the young girl still gently breathed in, and gently grasped the Brando's hand.

She shook her head slightly.

"Lord Thane." When the girl spoke, she felt that the four words seemed to be four-handled sharp knives. A handle stabbed one's own's heart. -- bit her teeth and read it word by word.

Brando looks at her.

Everyone else looks at both of them.

"Are you going to convince me, Amandina?" Brando asked.

Amandina did not say a word, just watching him.

"Are you patient?" Brando asked.

Amandina bit her lip. She looked at the everyone at the scene. The elder's sad and muddy eyes, the little girl's father's hate and painful eyes, as well as the Funiya helpless, pitiful eyes, and the presence of everyone helplessness and begging Eyes.

Every time you look at it, the girl's face becomes paler and paler, as if she has lost her blood.

But her hands clenched tighter, her knuckles almost white.

"You hate me, Lord Thane," the girl breathed in, shook his head: "I will not allow it, I will never allow you to do that; Lord Thane, you know what you are going to face this step, Grudin, Madara, and Radnor family, an endless army, if you agree to them, it is the result of the broken body -- "

"I know, maybe you do n’t care about Lord Thane. Because you are the most heroic and most upright Knight you have ever seen in Amandina, as if Amandina saw the ancient noble described in books in the past, I Always thought it was just a legend, but Lord Thane you told me a real possibility ... "

"But I care!"

"Because of Correct, I won't watch you die to death; for this reason, even if everyone hates me, I don't care about --" The girl raises head came to him and replied sternly. .

Brando was silent for a while, he never thought that Amandina thought so. He glanced at the damsel, lowered his head, and replied softly:

"Thank you."

He closed his eyes and grew breathed out. Then he opened it, squatted and patted Funiya's head, then he stood up and turned away.

"Lord Thane?"

Amandina for a while.

Everyone sighed a little. They looked at the back of youngster, their expectations gradually diminished. But they also understood the words of Amandina. Indeed, they were not qualified to force a stranger to die for themselves.

What qualifications do they have?

Not to mention, youngster is also uncomfortable. This shows that he cares about them. No one has ever cared about how Senian lived, but they saw anger and sadness on that youngster face.

That is not mercy or charity, but empathy.

youngster When they turned around, everyone couldn't help but clenched their fists. That was not anger, but a deep sorrow for fate.

Mother Marsha, Goddess Niya, the punishment given to the fate of Senian, could it be that is not enough?

"Let's go, Amandina."

Brando didn't look back, so he whispered.

Amandina reacted after a moment, but she let go of her hand and slightly sighed in relief, for some reason. When she saw the back of youngster, she felt a little loss in her heart, as if she had buried something herself.

damsel lowered his head and pressed one's own chest.

Behind her is Funiya sobbing cry --