Adele is still an innocent girl, but she comes from a remarkable family, so she has to witness all the tragedies of this family: her eldest brother and uncle are at war against her father, her mother is imprisoned in her room by her father, and even Adele herself has lost her childhood freedom prematurely, and can only imagine what kind of knight her Blois's fiancé is in front of the stars in the fresco on the roof.

On this day, Adele heard countless footsteps coming from the direction of the castle hall, and she had been very afraid of the lords in iron clothes and iron boots, but now she had become accustomed to it, after all, this magnificent castle was full of precious weapons, such as Bavarian shields, Poitiers' helmets, Anjou's chain neckguards, Soissons' breastplates, and Troyes's spear points.

Finding that there were no guards outside her door for a long time, Adele simply walked out of the cell alone and secretly approached the direction of the hall. The golden light shone there, and the Normans in the hall were no longer dressed in silk and fur robes as usual, but were covered with iron clothes, and the old nobles also tied the old nose guards to their sides, and many of the young Normans wore new nose guards in front of them, and some of them had to continue to use large nose guards because their beards were too long.

The morale of the Norman lords was not very high, and the hall was filled with lamentations, and some even whispered about the Duke's family affairs, and secretly accused the Duke of causing disaster to the Normans by acting unfairly.

The Duke's temper was getting worse and his mind was more stubborn than ever, but his judgment had not waned, and he did not try to suppress the lords' arguments under such circumstances. William Luforth and Henry did not want to offend the nobles, and for whatever purpose, they kept quiet, and in the eyes of some young men, the two sons of the Duke were more royal than the rebellious Robert.

William, the heir of the Earl of Mortan, was the first to speak: "My lords, the current situation could not be worse, and we Normans have never been afraid of using stratagem and diplomacy, and I think that we should first negotiate with the Franks before we draw our swords and unsheath them. ”

The young man's audacity and recklessness were staggering, but his noble father happened to be ill, and the meeting could only be attended by the future Count of Mortan. William de Mortine's mother, who was from the Montgomery family, was known to have a close personal relationship with Robert, and William himself was at odds with the Duke's youngest son, Henry, and the nobles wondered if this meant that so many powerful lords had leaned on Robert's side – or that the ailing Count of Mortten had finally begun to resentfully the Duke.

"Joke, people have already thrown spears in front of the eyes of the Normans, what kind of negotiation is there at this time, it is almost the same as begging for mercy." Count Io suddenly sneered.

The Earl of Iou, who had not participated in the court proceedings of the Duchy for many years, had come this time at night for the first time, and the unruly lord and the famous Norman pirate Guy de Pontilio were present, and behind them were the brother and heir of the Earl of Iu, Hugue, all Norman generals who had been on the battlefield since the time of Hastings, and the Duke himself had to respect their opinions.

The Duke seemed to feel something, but he still didn't make any sound, he didn't like to show his thoughts since he was a child, like any bastard who grew up in a chaotic era and was good at scheming under cover, he was still unsure why Count Io had come, and he wouldn't trust the other party's main battle words, and as for that Guy, he once fought with his uncle William de Talo against his potential enemy.

Outside the hall, the Duke's daughter, Adele, also felt the tension inside, and there seemed to be a sword waving in the air, and at this moment she saw a young knight, with an impressive complexion and countenance, who was covered with a white military robe, with iron armor dyed pale yellow, a silver leather belt around his waist, and his hair was long like that of an Englishman, and he was draped down to his neck. Adele stared intently at this heroic Norman knight, and wondered with some curiosity, who was this person?

The knight stood erect from the crowd, showing his majestic figure and heroic temperament, and the nobles around him secretly cheered, and the lords who recognized his identity secretly introduced the origin of this man to the people around him.

"My lords, I am Walter, son of William of Vernon, and you may have attended my haircut before my father died at the Battle of St. Lo. Ever since I got on my horse, my father has warned me not to be afraid of the enemy. I'm not arrogant, but what are the Franks afraid of? Can their knightly skills be compared to those of the Normans? We were born to the sound of the trumpet, we grew up under our helmets, we were fed with spears, we rode like wolves in the plains and valleys, seeking fame for ourselves and glory for the duke, and that was the cause of our Normans. ”

The Walter Knight said this in one breath, then drank a glass of wine, and continued: "The falcons may take refuge in the face of the storm, but the Normans are not falcons, we are a group of jackdaws, about to fly in flocks to the Seine, and bring the song of death to the Franks." Now, I don't want to take shelter from the storm in the castle, even if I have a broken yellow dust, I have to use my helmet to scoop the water of the Seine! My Norman brethren, is it more terrible to kill than to be captured? ”

Adele was stunned, and her heroic blood in her veins began to boil, and for the first time, the girl felt a passion that did not belong to her own gender, and the tapestry of military exploits that she once hated came alive in an instant. The Norman lords in the hall were also infected, and the depiction of Hastings and other exploits on the huge tapestry reminded them that these northern knights, who were violent by nature, had for a time forgotten all their grievances, forgotten the origins of this civil war, and only a bloodthirsty fanaticism was contagious.

The Duke was pleased with the effect of Walter's words, and his two sons were equally encouraged, as if no enemy could resist the hurricane that was about to sweep through the hall. The Duke of Normandy untied his mink shawl and draped it over the body of the Walter Knight: "Son, what you said is very good, we will not forget your family's contribution in Saint-Lô, now, are you willing to draw your sword again for your Duke to kill the enemy?" ”

"This is my glory." The knight replied calmly, and thunder rang out from outside, and the four suns of Normandy seemed to be shaken at the same time.

However, in Adele's eyes, the aging Norman lords in the hall turned their heads with disapproving expressions, including the strategist Roger de Montgomery and Guy de Pontilyo, who had captured Harold Godwinson, and only the younger generation were still immersed in the illusion of glory.