It's not revenge, fellow filmmakers, it's an operation and healing. Do as I say and start now. ”

For a moment she stood still and looked down at the people, and the next thing was a dream, and the crowd began to move.

The hunter plucked feathers, ribbons, class symbols, and jewels from his clothes and handed them to the boys, and the atmosphere of joy and boasting vanished. She ripped off the shield and forced everyone to really think about what they had to do for a while.

No one liked it, and everyone waited hesitantly for Floya to continue, but she remained absolutely silent, and everyone had to look at her hesitantly. She spoke again when she saw that everyone was all focused on her.

"Good!" she calmly complimented the people. "Then listen to every word I say now. He asked for some sedan chairs or four-wheeled wagons carried by horses, and the man in charge of the stables decided which was best, and in which hay was laid.

Instead of taking the corpse of any of their compatriots to feed the foxes or let the crows peck at them, they brought back the names and prepared the pyres for cremation to honor the dead in battle. If they knew that their families lived nearby, they were summoned to attend the funeral, and those who lived far away were sent to send a message of the funeral, and the honor of the warrior was bestowed on those who had lost their loved ones. ”

Tears in her eyes flowed down her cheeks, glistening like diamonds in the early winter sun.

When she turned to give an order to another group, her voice became thicker, "Film's cooks and servants!"

With all the utensils set up on the table in the hall for the funeral feast and water, herbs and clean clothes in the small hall, people can prepare the body for cremation.

The rest of the people put down their work to collect firewood and pile it into a pyre, waiting for people to come back to be cremated and mourn their fallen compatriots. ”

She looked into everyone's eyes, an expression appeared on their faces, and then she drew her sword and raised it high and swore: "When the people have finished mourning, be ready to avenge them! Those who have taken the lives of their fellow citizens should know the wrath of the people!"

She slowly lowered the blade of her sword, put it back in its sheath cleanly, and then called to the people again with her eyes—"Ride your horse now, fellow film!"

Filin gets goosebumps all over his body, and the men and women around Filin are mounted on horseback and lined up in hunting formations.

By all of his chance, Borges suddenly appeared beside the carriage, and the saddled light step awaited its knight.

Filin wondered where he had found the black and red harness, which happened to be a sign of mourning and revenge, and he wondered if it was made by her, or if he had already known what to look for.

She stepped out of the carriage seat, stepped directly onto the back of the light step, and then sat firmly in the saddle, and the light step stood steadily, despite such a novel way of riding.

She raised her sword-wielding hand, and the hunting party galloped behind her.

"Stop her!" His Majesty hissed behind Filin.

Filin turned to see him and Hermes, both standing behind them, and the crowd did not notice them at all.

"No!" said Film, daringly, "don't you feel it?"

She helped everyone regain what they had lost, and although he didn't know what it was, they had missed it bitterly for a long time. ”

"It's pride," Hermes said in a deep voice, "it's something that everyone, especially Film, has long since lost." And behold, there was a queen riding a horse. ”

He whispered with interest, with a hint of envy in his tone.

He slowly turned and walked quietly back to the fort, and then a cacophony of voices sounded behind the people, and the crowd did as Floya had ordered. He walked behind Hermes, shocked by what he saw.

His Majesty pushed Filin away and jumped in front of Hermes, looking at him with anger and trembling, and Hermes stopped.

"How can you let this happen? Can't you control the woman?

Who did she think she was, how dare she give such a bold order and lead the armed guards out of the fort!

Who did she think she was, to order so arrogantly!" His Majesty's voice was hoarse with rage.

"Filin's wife," said Hermes mildly, "is also your Highness the Princess, and you have chosen.

Father assures Filin that you will choose a woman who is good enough to be the queen, and he thinks you don't even know how good your vision is. ”

"Your wife, she's going to ruin you, you idiot! she's going to stab you when you're not looking!

She'll steal their hearts in order to build her reputation! Can't you see, you fool?

You might be happy to see that mountain tigress steal the crown, but I don't!"

Filin hurriedly turned around and squatted to the side to tie his shoelaces, so as not to see Hermes attacking His Majesty.

Filin did hear a slap in the face, and a short roar. When he looked up, he saw Hermes standing as calmly as before, while His Majesty crouched down and covered his mouth and nose with his hands.

"Filin will not allow anyone to humiliate Princess Floya, not even Filin herself.

Filin thinks that Filin's wife has reawakened the soldiers' self-esteem, and perhaps she has boosted Filin's self-esteem. Hermes pondered, a slightly surprised look on his face.

"The king will know!" His Majesty removed his hand from his face, looked at the blood on his hand in horror, and raised his trembling hand to Hermes. "Father will see your masterpiece!" he shivered and almost choked on a nosebleed.

He leaned over slightly and spread his bloodied hands so as not to leave blood stains on his clothes.

"What? Do you want to show your father when he gets up in the afternoon, and if you have the ability, come and show it to Film!" and he said to me, "Kaz, don't you have anything better to do than stand in a daze?"

Let's go, and see if everyone is following Mrs. Film's orders!"

Hermes turned and strode down the corridor, and he hurried away from His Majesty's side.

Despite his childish stamping and cursing tantrums behind people, they ignored him. Fihrin hoped that the matter would not at least be known to the servants.

It was a long and strange day for Fort Buck. Hermes visited King Creek's chambers and then returned to his map room.

Filin did not know what His Majesty was doing, but everyone did as the Queen had told them to do quickly and quietly, and everyone whispered while preparing in the hall where the feast was set and the corpses were washed.

At this moment, Filin noticed a major shift.

The maids, who were most faithful to the queen, now found themselves manned by their side, as if they were Floya's shadows.

Without hesitation, the noble maids came to the little hall and supervised the servants in preparing water for the herbs and setting up the towels and linens, while I myself helped to find firewood for the pyre.

In the evening, the hunting brigade returned, and they solemnly and quietly guarded the carriage.

Floya, who was leading the way, looked tired, as if she had been frozen by some kind of cold that was not cold. Filin wanted to walk to her, but he didn't want to take credit with Borges, who was leading her horse and escorting her dismount.

Her boots and lightly tread shoulders were stained with blood. She whispered to the guards to wash their bodies, comb their hair and beards, and return to the hall in clean clothes.

Floya stood alone for a moment as Borges took the light step, he had never seen her radiate such sorrow.

She was tired. Very, very tired.

Filin walked quietly towards her. "If you need it, I will follow. Filin said softly.

She didn't turn around. "I have to do it myself. But come closer, he may need your help. She said so quietly, believing that no one heard it but Film.

Then she took a few steps forward, and the waiting crowd dispersed before her, nodding as she spoke heavily.

Then she walked silently through the kitchen, nodding in approval of the food the cooks had prepared, and then rounded the hall, nodding again in acknowledging what she had seen.

As she entered the small hall, she paused for a moment, then took off her elaborately sewn knitted hat and jacket, revealing her soft purple linen shirt.

She showed her hat and jacket to a boy who looked shocked by the honor.

Then she walked over to a table and rolled up her sleeves, and everyone stopped to look at her, only to see her look up at the people with surprised faces.

"Bring in the bodies of the dead. She ordered simply and clearly.

A mournful corpse was brought in, heartbreakingly numerous. Mr. Filin did not count how many there were, but there were more than Mr. Filin had expected and Hermes's report had shown.

Firin followed Floya, holding a basin of warm, fragrant water, and followed her back and forth to examine the corpses, gently washing each of their grief-stricken faces, and helping them close their painful eyes so that they could rest in peace.

Others followed the people in long lines like snakes, gently garmenting each corpse, thoroughly washing, combing its hair and wrapping it in a clean cloth.

Then, he noticed Hermes coming, followed by a young clerk, going back and forth between corpses.

Write down the names of the few known fallen and briefly record the appearance of the other victims.

Filin told him the name of one of the victims, Carrey.

The last time Ariana and Filin heard of the street boy was that he had gone to be the puppeteer's apprentice, and that he had ended his life in a better way than the puppet, and that smile would never be seen again.

When they were boys, they used to run errands together to earn a penny or two, and he accompanied him when he was drunk for the first time, laughing so loudly that he had a stomach, and then stuffed the rotten fish under the tavern owner's table because he accused them of stealing.

In retrospect, the time people spent together is still vivid, but suddenly it becomes less real, because part of the film's past has been smelted.