The Amber Sword

While Brando completes his apologies softly, the argument in the long house seems to have escalated at this moment as well -

A loud 'bang' clapped the young man's hands on a table made of pine planks, and his blues burst. “I disagree!” His eyes were red, his teeth bitten and angry: "Fania is still a child, the daughter of Lord Sally! And we are men in the clan, men, do you want to live in exchange for a child's life? ”

“Can you do that? ”

“Can you! ”

The roar of the young man echoed in the long house. For a moment, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and no one dared to respond. Bolton wrapped his hands around him and remained silent, while the elder sighed slightly - he raised his head and blinked his old, cloudy eyes hard.

Took a Deep Breath for All.

“Who's that?” Brando asked, looking in the direction of the long house.

“Brother Togo.” The little girl replied lowly in elf language, winking her eyes and sounding crisp as a string of silver bells landing on an empty field in the forest.

Brando nodded.

Silence in the long house.

“Enough,” the skinny middle-aged man sighed for a long time and shook his head: “Todd, you've said enough, stop hurting everyone. ”

“Uncle Cliff!” The young man tightened his fist.

“Enough is enough, why don't we try to understand - but we're Senians, you know? This is our destiny, our life and our death, not our choice. ”

“Tor, do you remember those tribes that freeze to death in the woods?” The middle-aged man asked low.

The young man was slightly relaxed and could not make a single syllable of what he wanted to say; he could only squeeze his upper lip tightly, lift his head and take a deep breath, blinking red eyes: “Of course, my father...”

“He's trying to keep you alive, kid.” The elder sighed.

“I know.”

“Each of us is,” replied the middle-aged man, "so consider our position, as well as that of those who died. ”

“In the legend of our Senians, there is such a long song in the forest, yet the souls of our ancestors are watching us in the forest; their generation struggles, bleeds and sacrifices in the black forest, but they do not leave us impulsive to bury them all. ”

“Do you understand?” He asked word for word.

The air in the house seemed clotted and someone was crying in low voice.

“I… understand. ”

“But are we going to live forever? What's the point, Lord Nia also said, that people are not just alive enough ——” Young people, don't overwipe your eyes, choke: “Can we give up everything if we want to live? ”

“At least there's hope alive,” the middle-aged shook his head: "If I can't see hope, Todd, at least I want to leave this hope for you--”

Young man, lower your head.

“Elder, make up your mind.” Middle-aged people turn back.

There was a glimmer of sadness in the elder's eyes, and he silenced for a moment: "Okay, but none of us has the right to let others die for us, and I want you to ask Fania for her own opinion. ”

“But there was no precedent.” Someone in the crowd said.

“That's because the people who made the choices before were men, or old people, and I believe they have the judgment to understand what they're doing.” The elder drowned his eyelids, answering.

Everyone flashed, then silently.

“Coffania is a child. What does she know? Is it too hasty for us to leave the fate of a tribe to a child?” There is opposition in the crowd.

Middle-aged people's complexion also cooled.

“But now again, you have to rely on a child to save yourselves, don't you -- even if you have to, shouldn't you be ashamed?” The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the black-pressed head in the long house and asked angrily.

That being said, there has never been such a precedent before. Besides, Fania is the elder's granddaughter... ”Someone whispered.

The phrase was like a stone in the water, the crowd couldn't help but react with a slight drop of its head - he turned around like an angry lion, staring at the person who was speaking in the crowd.

Todd hardly believed that anyone else thought so at this moment.

“True, she's not your daughter, so can you send her out in exchange for your life?” The young man was almost roaring, and he roared out in anger: "You bastard, you don't deserve to be called a Senior, now get the fuck out--”

His gaze scared the man back a pale step.

“You, what you're talking about, I'm just saying one possibility, and that doesn't mean it's true...” The man stumbled and replied, “Besides, it's not unlikely. Todd, can you guarantee that the elders don't think that way? Are you an elder? ”

The elder glanced at this side and said nothing.

The young man tightened his fist and closed his eyes and took a deep breath, about to explode. But it was at this time that a tiny, soft voice penetrated a moment of silence in the long house:

“Stop arguing...! ”

The door was pushed open sometime.

Fania in the linen dress stood outside the door; the little girl squeezed her little hand tightly into her fist and shouted with her eyes closed almost exhausted -

“Guys, stop arguing...”

She opened her eyes and in the deep green with a kind of plea, the teardrops couldn't stop falling; the little girl looked at everyone in tears and whimpered at the long house: “I'm sorry, Dad, Grandpa, I'm sorry, it's all Fania's fault...”

For a while.

Apart from Fania's crying, the long house was silent.

The middle-aged man stood silently and silently, slowly walking to Fania; he squatted down slowly, holding the little girl and whispering: "Sorry! Fania, we're so fucked--”

Bolton in the middle of the crowd suddenly held his head and cried all alone.

One time, everybody, talk to each other.

Only the elder's eyes fell outside the long house--

The old man stood up slowly and bowed slightly to Brando outside the door for a gift: "Let me show you the joke, my lord. ”

Brando pressed one hand against his blade handle, and he looked at these people and said nothing.

He doesn't even know how he feels at this moment, he just feels he can't say a word; his hands hold his blade handle tightly and his fingers snarl, but it's as if it's the only way to make him feel better.

He silently watched the elder Senior leave his seat and look at himself in earnest, as if he had made a great determination to fall down on his knees - kneeling deeply in front of himself, with his head resting on his face:

“My lord, please help us! ”

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

The old man practically begged in tears.

Everyone was silent and everyone's eyes focused on Brando alone.

The young man saw Fania with tears and Bolton with a big cry, and a slight sigh of so-called goodbye to life and death in his heart. But he couldn't tell what it was like, and he just panicked.

He moved his lips and seemed to want to talk.

But it was at this time that he felt a soft little hand holding his hand forcefully —— a slight glimmer of a young man, and he turned around and saw a pair of dark, dark eyes.

Inside those beautiful eyes lies intolerance and firmness at the same time -

It's Antina.

She's still with us.

And nobleman Qianjin also couldn't bear to watch the scene, she almost hesitated and wobbled, but in the end the young girl took a gentle breath and grabbed Brando's hand.

She shook her head gently at him.

“Lord.” When the girl opened her mouth, she felt that the four words seemed to be four snowy knives, a handle stabbed in her heart - she bit her teeth and read them word for word.

Brando, look at her.

Everyone else looks at them both.

“Are you going to convince me, Antina?” Brando asked.

Antitina didn't say a word, just looked at him.

“Do you have patience?” Brando asked.

Antitina bit her lips, and she looked at everyone present, the grieving, cloudy eyes of the elders, the self-hating, painful eyes of the little girl's father, and Fania's helpless, truly pathetic eyes, as well as the helpless, begging eyes of everyone present.

Every time you look at it more, the girl's face becomes more pale, as if she had lost her blood color.

But her hands grabbed tighter and her fingers were almost white.

“You hate me, Lord,” the girl took a breath and shook her head: "I will not allow it, I will never allow you to do it; Lord, you know what you have to face to get out of this step: Groudin, Madala, and the Denel family, infinite armies, if you promise them, are the result of bone crushing --”

“I know, Lord, maybe you don't care. Because you are the bravest and most honorable knight Antitina has ever seen, as if Antitina had seen the ancient aristocracy described in books in the past, I always thought it was just a legend, but Lord you told me a real possibility...”

“But I care! ”

“Because that's why I won't watch you die; for that matter, I don't care if everyone hates me -” the young girl looked up at him, nailed him and answered in a loud voice.

Brando, for a moment, implicitly, never thought Antina would think so. He looked down at the nobleman and replied softly:

“Thanks.”

He closed his eyes and took a long breath. Then he opened up, squatted down and patted Fania's head, and then he stood up and turned around and walked away.

“Lord Lord? ”

Antitina stunned.

All of them sighed slightly, and they looked behind this young man, and the expectations in their hearts diminished a little. But they also understood Antina's words, and indeed, they were not entitled to force a stranger to die for themselves.

What qualifications do they have?

Besides, the young man didn't feel well. It shows that he cares about them, that nobody ever cares about how the Senians live, but they see anger and sadness in that young man's face.

It's not pity, it's not charity, it's empathy.

When young people turned back, everyone couldn't bear to hold their fists, not anger, but a deep sorrow for fate.

Lord Martha, Goddess Nia, isn't that enough punishment for the fate of the Senians?

“Come on, Antina. ”

And Brando didn't come back, so whispered.

Antitina reacted after a moment, but she let go and took a slight breath of relief, somehow. When she saw the shadow of a young man, there was a slight sense of loss in her heart, as if she had buried something herself.

The nobleman lowered his head and pressed his chest.

Behind her was the cry of Fania whimpering -

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