Chapter 152 I owe you a wedding
“Get away, get away!”
“You lowly unclean person, the knight is here, get out of here!”
Gloomy Under the bright sky, three or five servants whipped their horses to drive away the refugees who had no time to avoid the roadside.
The whip marks half an inch deep were covered with blurred flesh and blood. The unfortunate man’s family members were crying and dragging him aside in the smell of blood.
The leading knight was flying the flag of the Duke of Kush, and his face could not be seen under the beak-shaped mask and helmet.
This should be the vassal that Horn and Sissi met the day before yesterday who led a team to support Fort Joan of Arc. He might be a baron or earl.
When they walked to the gate of the camp, some farmers and women who were decorating the fence with wild flowers saw the knight arriving and quickly ducked away, not daring to get close at all.
Only Giles held the small basket, suppressed her fear, forced a smile and walked up: "Welcome, my dear knight."
The knight stopped his horse's hooves, Without saying a word, he looked at Giles through the slender eye slits of the mask.
"This is for you." With a smile on her face and a gulp of saliva, Giles picked up two malt candies wrapped in hemp paper from the small basket and handed them to the knight, "Your Majesty asked us to give them to each guest. One portion, called wedding candy.”
The knight was expressionless, still sitting upright on his horse, not even looking at Giles.
Giles' outstretched hand froze in embarrassment until an infantryman beside the knight stepped forward and coldly took the two malt candies in his hand.
"How should I deliver the Duke's gift?" The knight's complex grammar and particles confused Giles. She stood there blankly, not understanding what the knight was saying.
The impatience on the knight's face became more and more obvious, and he even pulled out his riding crop, as if he wanted to whip Giles.
The surrounding farmers and women retreated three miles away, fearing that Giles' blood would splash on them.
Fortunately, Madeleine arrived in time at this time. He glanced at the knight sitting on the horse: "Your Majesty is inside, just come with me."
"No need. I have something else to do." In the disdainful snort of the war horse, the knight finally said calmly, "Ale Ampsis, go and deliver it."
A man dressed as an obvious villain. The man with a fleshy face came out.
Madelan looked the knight up and down, said nothing, and just led the servant towards the camp.
The knight, who had never taken off his mask during the whole process, immediately turned and left, as if he didn't want to stay here any longer.
"Lord, this maltose..." Seeing the camp gradually receding, the attendant knight next to him caught up with the maltose.
“Drink—poof!”
The knight spit out a mouthful of green phlegm directly on the amber maltose: “You lowly unclean person, if it weren’t for the Duke, you would have waited for those secret The army is here...Hmph!”
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Today's refugee camps are full of joyful atmosphere. Even the poorest refugees and public farmers will look for a wild flower or a washed and colorful strip of cloth to hang under the eaves or on a tree.
From the camp all the way to the wooden platform in the square, there are colorful flags flying everywhere.
On the wooden platform, a simple Messianic altar was set up. Horn stood on the altar and recited the damn prayers hastily.
He will appear as a witness, while Madeleine is inspecting Grampwin's clothing.
This aristocratic dress is clearly very straight when worn by Grampwin, but it has a weird sense of humor.
Maybe it's an occupational disease of Grampvin's clowning.
In a small room near the Papal Palace, women surrounded Dia, choosing accessories and flowers for her, and tried one flower crown on Dia's head.
"Sister Dia, you are so beautiful now." Placing the white flower crown on Dia's head, Jeanne couldn't help but praise.
“Thank you, Jeanne.”
“Sister Dia, how do you feel now.”
"I'm used to divination, and I'm best at describing indescribable things." Dia stretched out her hand and touched Jeanne's face, "But I can't describe how I feel now."
"Actually, I had I have never imagined what it would be like to get married." Sitting next to Dia, Jeanne held her arm.
“Why?”
“Because I used to want to be a knight errant and do justice everywhere, but later, I didn’t want to be a knight errant.
I wanted to be with you. My brother found a place to live in seclusion for the rest of his life. At that time, I imagined what a wedding would be like.”
"What about now?"
"I don't know." Jeanne hesitated, "Sister Dia, do you think Brother Horn really likes me?"
" Your Majesty, Your Majesty should like you. As a holy grandson, Your Majesty is kind to everyone..."
"What if my brother is going to marry me?"
" Really? Holy Father, that’s great.”
Jeanne didn't speak, she just hugged Dia's arm tightly.
Dia couldn't see Jeanne's expression, but she could see more things in the darkness in front of her eyes.
She stretched out her hands and hugged Jeanne: "My little Jeanne, there are some things that you will know when the time comes." After a long silence, Jeanne raised her head again and smiled. Get up:
"Okay, you are the protagonist today, Sister Dia, let's get ready and go out."
According to the custom of Qianhe River Valley, the wedding should be held at 8:30 a.m. in the morning. It is almost 8 a.m. now.
However, people in the empire have never had a sense of time, and they are all about the same.
“Dear believers, we gather today in the presence of Messiah to witness the union of two souls, our Archbishop Grampvin, and his wife Dia.
Now, play the song and invite the bride Dia to appear.”
At this time, a burst of melodious music sounded.
According to custom, weddings between common people do not require rings. Instead, a silver dinar coin is cut in half, half is given to the bride, and the other half is kept in the hands of the groom.
Standing on the wooden platform, Grampvin licked his lips nervously, and sweat had soaked the silver dinar coins in his hand.
Amidst the sound of flute and lute, Dia appeared in everyone's sight. On both sides of the road, Giles and Ftseva each threw wild flowers to pave the way.
Jeanna gently held Dia's elbow, while Dia held flowers in her hands and walked slowly from the end of the crowd.
Grampwen subconsciously took a step forward and almost fell down. Fortunately, Horn was at the side and reached out to support him.
Dia was wearing a long white dress, her two legs that had been atrophied by the witch disease were covered by the long dress, and she had a blue silk belt tied around her shoulders.
For nobles, the bride's dress is mainly blue. Farmers who don't have this condition often wear a blue cloth.
As Dia got closer and closer to the wooden platform, Grampwin's nervousness became less and less, and he even relaxed and smiled.
Horn, who was accompanying Grampwin, was different. When he saw Jeanne getting closer and closer, he began to feel nervous.
Diya's steps suddenly paused. Jeanne thought she had walked too much and had no strength left, so she quickly asked: "What's wrong? I'll help you..."
"No, just hold my hand." Dia said in a low voice.
“You can’t walk anymore, you must tell me.”
“…”
“Sister Dia?”
Yellow Fan The petals of the rosemary suddenly trembled, and a drop of bright red blood rolled down from the petals and fell on the white skirt.
"Sister Dia!"
Two traces of blood slowly slid from the corners of Dia's eyes, across her face, and fell on the petals and snow-white dress.
"Ah! Ah——"
Dia trembled all over. She tightly packed the flowers in her right hand and raised them high to prevent blood from falling on them. With the other hand, Then he covered his face, as if he didn't want others to see his ugly state.
Her muscles were twitching, her calves were trembling, and her whole body was suddenly shaky.
"Diya, Diya." Seeing this familiar scene, Grampwin couldn't care less. He quickly stepped forward in a panic, jumped off the wooden platform, and fell to the ground.
With no time to feel the pain, he got up again, ran to Diya's side, and massaged her arms and temples.
“Refreshing smelling salts, hurry up, use refreshing smelling salts!”
Running down the stairs of the wooden platform, Horn hurriedly took out the refreshing smelling salts from his waist and handed them over Gave Grampwin.
Sisi shouted to the side: "Sisi, where is the person? Come here quickly!"
Sisi squeezed out of the crowd sweating profusely, while hundreds of households immediately pulled out canes and told the crowd to get out of the way.
Grampwen picked up Dia, and Jeanne held her head. Horn led the way and took the couple to a nearby thatched cottage.
After such an incident occurred at the wedding, it was natural that it could not go ahead. Under the high-pressure shouting and scolding from the heads of ten and one hundred households, the whispers of the refugees gradually stopped and they dispersed.
After this incident, Horn could not leave, so he waited outside the wooden house with Jeanne, Madeleine and others. From noon until evening, Grandpowen walked out of the room numbly.
"Your Majesty, Diya, Diya wants to say a few words to you." Grampwin's voice could not suppress the vicissitudes of life.
"It's okay." Horn squeezed Jeanna's palm and said to her, and then followed Grampwin into the house.
"Your Majesty, are you here?"
"I'm here." Horn sat on the edge of the bed, "Sister Dia, take good care of yourself, hold on first, wait for us Go to Pond Town, and I will ask the great wizard to treat you for the sequelae of the witch disease. When the time comes, I will give you..."
"They are here"
"They...what. They, what are you talking about?”
"I don't know who they are." A bitter smile appeared on Dia's pale face, and her voice was weaker than ever before. "A monk blocked my divination with a blessing. Ahem, I can't see. Qing.”
“Can you tell me what you saw?”
After a long silence, Dia’s faint voice sounded again:
"Your Majesty, they are coming."
(End of this chapter)