Alien General's Fated (Brion Brides 5)(53)

He matched every blow of the sword, already sensing the poison in the air. It occurred to him suddenly that the world was slowly morphing into something like the visions he'd seen with the hive mind. Had the bastard used a substance that traveled through air? How was that even possible?

Gritting his teeth, Ryden pushed forward, letting the fury take over. Stavor backed away, finally beaten into a retreat. The general showed no mercy. Every blow that he rained down on the shield caused surges of pain to run up his arms until they were sharp pulses in his mind, but every next one loosened Stavor's grip more and more.

It came at the cost of his own body, but Ryden was doing it. He was beating the unbeatable shield by attacking the hand that held it, made of flesh and bone like any other. A man's weapons were only as strong as the man itself and Stavor felt the blows resonate through him as keenly as he did.

Then the shield nearly slipped form Stavor's fingers. The warlord grunted in fury, stabbing out with his sword at once. Realizing he was about to die if he let the shield drop, he made damn sure Ryden risked the sword every time he came close enough.

The cut didn't need to be deep, didn't even need to be anywhere important. Ryden felt the sharp edge go mere inches past his cheek when he took one wrong step and got too close to Stavor's range. The warlord tackled him.

They went down together in a vicious tumble, rolling on the ground. The long battle spear was much more in the way than the sword, and Ryden found himself under Stavor, both of them holding onto the sword handle. The shield and the spear were lying next to them.

The Galaya Hall was roaring, the ambassadors rooting for the side they'd voted for. The tip of the sword was so close to him that Ryden could practically taste the poison.

Over Stavor's shoulder, he saw Aria, standing frozen in the audience, mute with terror. And proving the Koliar wrong. Seeing her didn't distract him; it gave Ryden one more surge of raw power, rolling them over with a hard kick. He saw the flash of understanding and rage in Stavor's eyes a heartbeat before he ripped the sword from his hands as the warlord should have done instead of pushing them down.

He cut right through the Koliar's throat.

The sword was made to poison, to kill slowly, but in the end it was also still a blade. It was quick, as he'd sworn.

When his hands started going numb, Ryden realized he hadn't dropped the sword fast enough.

Stavor was still fighting.





CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Aria



Aria dashed to his side as soon as she saw Ryden drop the sword with a shout.

The general stood, pulling the gloves off his hands and letting them fall to the ground. When she reached him, the general stepped back.#p#分页标题#e#

"Stay back, Aria," he growled. "Touch nothing."

She knew about the Koliar sword, she did, but he'd been wearing his armor. How could it affect him? And he hadn't even touched the blade.

"Poisoned blade," Wellack said from his seat. "We had heard of that, but didn't know if they actually pulled it off. It has to be made of some substance that reacts with your armor."

Despite the grunt of pain he gave, Aria found Ryden grinning in the next moment, still looking at his hands, holding them before him.

"Impressive," he said through gritted teeth. "I have to give him credit."

Brions, Aria thought, and my Brion.

Her gerion was wounded. The thought didn't want to register with her. She'd been relieved and overjoyed to see him win. Even Stavor's horrible death hadn't been able to completely diminish her joy, but now... Ryden could be taken from her after all.

"How..." she began. "How do they feel?"

The general gave her a smile, but she saw the pain. If a Brion warrior couldn't completely hide it, the torment had to be insane.

And somehow it ranked as only her second problem. The first was that the Galaya Hall was once again too quiet, all eyes on them. She sensed the same hostility as when she'd stepped in.

Cowards, she thought. All of them.

They wanted Ryden dead, but everyone wanted someone else to say it, to take the rage of the Brions in their stead. She felt her fury rising to surface again, and turned to the council.

"Now what?" she asked. "Do you insist on following up this madness? After you've already let one man die for your wrongful ruling?"

Klaen fixed her in place with a hard look.

"The decision of the council doesn't change," he said. "And there is no ground for you to call it wrongful. The council has voted. You voted as well."

That was true. Aria could have chosen not to vote as a sign of protest, but it would have done as much good as actual voting did. She'd known how it would end, after all.

She was about to say that Ryden couldn't fight anymore, but the general would have held that against her. Once again faced with the chance of losing him, Aria couldn't bear that. How was it that life kept dangling happiness in front of her, only to take it away in the next second?

"We will take this opportunity to decide the fate of the Conqueror," Klaen went on. "The general's execution will wait until then."

Aria felt Ryden tense up by her side. She saw his valor squares thrumming in an irritated, angry rhythm, casting them all in a dark red light.

She couldn't read the valor squares like Brions could, but that message was loud and clear for everyone to see. Several of the ambassadors noticed that too. She heard mumblings that perhaps it was better to leave the issue be. Some even pointed out that the war was, after all, a success.

But the Koliar delegation had just witnessed their commander's death at Ryden's hands and wanted blood. Klaen wasn't about to give up so easily either. Looking around, Aria saw exactly how many enemies the Brions had.

No wonder they think so badly of us, she thought.

"There was a deal," Ryden said coldly. "Between me and Stavor."

Klaen sneered. "Yes, we heard. The deal you had doesn't matter to us, exactly as you didn't care for our decision."

Aria saw the general pick up his spear and the resulting twitch of pain the simple motion brought. And yet no one in the hall moved to engage him. Wounded, poisoned, he managed to terrify them. But they both knew how much danger they were in.

"My crew and my warriors were following my commands," Ryden said.

"Now you want to take responsibility," Klaen shot back. "Go ahead, General. If you submit to the council's will, we will spare the ship."

The growl from Ryden's throat made several ambassadors flee as he took a step forward.

He addressed the Koliar ambassadors in the hall. "You are willing to shoot an unarmed ship, knowing as well as Stavor did that everything that is happening here is a joke?"

To Aria's surprise, the delegation looked hesitant. Their hatred of Ryden was visible, but like their commander, they didn't feel comfortable blowing the Conqueror to pieces.

"No," one of the Koliars said at last. "But we will not let you leave here either, General. Another will challenge you. Until you fall."

For some reason, Aria saw Ryden's eyes flicker to Wellack. The Palian shook his head, but rose from his seat.#p#分页标题#e#

"We do not agree to this," the Palian said calmly. "We owe the Brions our gratitude, not this nonsense. The general was right. The next time we need their help, they might not be there to save us. Do you intend to leave all of our harvest worlds without guards? Not to mention there will be revenge if you go through with this. Now is the time to rebuild, not start a new conflict."

It descended into an argument again. Aria watched with growing unease. The guilt she'd felt before was nowhere near what she was experiencing now. A ship the size of the flagship was home to thousands and thousands of people and they were all in danger because of her.

"The Brions are a danger on our doorstep," Klaen was shouting. "Now is our chance to prove we do not tolerate their shows of force like the one we witnessed. The Brions should understand that the laws apply to them as much as they do to all of us. We can't let them do as they please, unchecked."

"And the appropriate answer to that is to kill thousands of Brions?" Wellack asked.

Aria noticed that the Brion ambassadors themselves were being relatively quiet. When Ryden saw where she was looking, he grinned viciously.

"They are under orders from the Elders," he explained. "After Rhea, it has been our goal to get along with the union   to prove we are not barbarians. I was ordered to do this right. I don't think they're very happy with the results."

"You saved us, "Aria said sadly and then, very quietly, added, "I can't lose you..."

She felt the general step closer and reach out to touch her, and then remembered the poison still on his hands.

"Aria," Ryden said instead.

She looked up, seeing the general regarding her with gentleness she'd never seen on him before.

"You won't," he said, his deep voice making it sound like an oath. "Nothing will take you away from me, not even death. I won't let it. You will never lose me. Not to this poison, not to this council, not to any fool who thinks to challenge me."

Like so many times before, his words had the almost magical power of convincing her, only this time Aria didn't see a way out.

"Enough," Klaen was saying. "If the Koliars are unwilling to do this council's bidding, I turn to the Fremma. Take aim on the Conqueror."