In the time that followed, Isabel Walton tried to tell the purpose of the London lawyer Robert Allsorp's visit to the North in the shortest possible language and in a language that Euphemia could understand.

Euphemia Walton stared at her sister without saying a word, staring at her talking, coherent and linguistic sister. When Isabel told her everything she had to say and what she could say, Euphemia sat on the trunk of a tree and tilted her little head, alone thinking about what she had heard.

Everything around is still breezy and quiet, the sun seems to shine on the green meadows, and the leaves at the top of the canopy of the ancient oak trees are rustled by the cool breeze. Euphemia raised her head, closed her eyes, and whispered, "Sir Roland's agreement to join the pilgrim procession, does this have anything to do with my marriage to his son Howard?" Could it be that Howard, who has only one good leg left, will also travel thousands of miles to the city of London with a strong belief in Jesus Christ? ”

Isabel, who was sitting next to her, also leaned against the trunk of a tree, looked at the innocent little girl and said, "Whoever has a strong faith in Jesus Christ." Howard wouldn't be going to the South, of course, but he didn't know that his father would suffer the harshest punishment in the Kingdom's history for this petition campaign. ”

"The harshest punishment? What kind of punishment is that?? ”

"Retract Jazz's spurs and cut Jazz's swordbelt."

"My Jesus Christ, will Sir Roland really be brutally treated by being stripped of his knighthood and the honor of his family?"

"Effie, this is just the beginning, Jazz will be ...... in the end" Isabel couldn't bear to say a cruel word to her sister, but just raised her right index finger across her neck and swiped it gently from left to right.

Euphemia immediately covered her mouth with her hands and glared at Isabel with a pair of frightened eyes. After a while, he slowly lowered his hands and said in a trembling voice: "My God, I sincerely pray that you will spare these poor people." ”

Isabel shook her head, "Effie, do you think God allowed Sir Roland's petitions?" ”

"I... I don't know, maybe God sees too much disrespect for God, so... So this behavior of Sir Roland and others will be ignored? ”

"Well, anyway, I've told you the worst that could happen. Effie, I very much don't want your thoughts to be directly influenced by me, and I want you to make the final choice yourself. ”

"Myself? Isabel, everything I did since I was a child was decided by my mother, I... I really don't know how to deal with this horrible thing. ”

"Effie, listen to me, now you're grown. If it weren't for that London lawyer, you'd be a wife in a little while. Maybe Howard can't get the king's canonization to become a knight, but at least you can live and be like at home. ”

"You want me to be brave enough to face everything? Isabel, I'm scared. I thought I'd better go to the convent and become a nun. Euphemia took Isabelle's hand, her face looking ugly.

"Damn it. Effie, you can ride a horse, you can shoot an arrow, and you will always be the daughter of a domineering knight in front of a sharecropper's child like Walter Clark. I can't imagine you being scared! "Isabel really wants to wake her up and let her go back to the real world.

"Sister, you're right. However, I really didn't try anything other than being able to read and write English, knitting and embroidery, which are the things that a woman should do... Occupation? Sister, that's what the southerners say, right? ”

Isabel got up from the grass with her bare feet, threw the tight Italian coat that hung from the hilt of the knight's sword to the grass, and pulled out the cross-knight's longsword from the grass. Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, he raised the sword in front of his face, pointed the tip of the sword to the blue sky, stared at his sister sitting on the grass and said, "Effie, look, who am I?" ”

Euphemia looked at Isabelle, who was wearing a silk shirt and linen underwear on her upper body, only a pair of men's leggings on her lower body, and her feet were bare, and laughed: "Giggles, Isabel, you are like a person who gambles with someone and loses his clothes and boots, because he wants to get back what he lost, but he is forced to have an honor duel with others... Quasi-knights. That's right, I remember that His Highness canonized you with the title of quasi-knight. ”

"Well, since I can be a would-be knight to the Duke of Richmond, why can't you?" Elobel said as he played swordsmanship on the grass.

"Isabel, don't be kidding, how can I become a quasi-knight if I can't even hold a knight's sword?" Euphemia stood up and stood by admiring Isabel's swordsmanship.

Isabel stopped what she was doing, looked at her and said, "Come here, you can try." This sword is not heavy, and it is very useful. ”

Euphemia hesitated but stepped forward and took the knight's sword from Elobel's hand. Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and raising the blade of the sword, admiring it curiously, Isabel quietly walked to the open space on one side. Staring at his sister, who was in a mood that began to improve again, he thought, "It seems that Effie's mood will be directly affected by Antonia. As long as she can comfort her mother's emotions, she can solve Effie's problem smoothly. ”

As Euphemia danced east and west with the knight's sword, a maid ran from the direction of the manor behind the two. Euphemia's valet Jenny came galloping across the grass with her skirt in her hands, and when she saw Isabel standing on her right side with her arms folded over her chest, she hurriedly bowed to her and said, "Good day, Miss Isabel." ”

"Jenny, what's the matter?" Isabel just asked her.

"Miss, Sir and Madame have told you and Miss Euphemia to go to the study at once." Jenny, who was a little out of breath, hurriedly said.

"Well, it seems that Jazz still let his mother know." Isabel nodded, and then glanced at her sister, who was playing alone, "Effie, stop, father and mother let us go to the study." ”

Euphemia, who was oozing fine beads of sweat from her forehead, put down the Cross Knight's sword, clubbed the counterweight ball on the hilt with both hands, and said, "They let us both go to the study?" ”

Isabel went under the tree and picked up her tight coat and came back with her riding boots and said, "What is going to happen, it always happens." ”

When Euphemia saw Jenny, she handed her the knight's sword. Nervously said, "My God, Mother also knows about this?" ”

"Jenny, give me the sword, it's not your usual needle." Isabel said as she took her sword, then looked at her sister, "Don't be afraid, I will help you." ”