It does not seem easy to find a cow who happens to be infected with the smallpox virus or a milkmaid who has cowpox in the village of my father's estate, as well as in some neighbouring villages, or even in the whole of Yorkshire.

In order to extract the cowpox fluid from a sick cow or a female hired worker, Isabel told her parents about the experience of the maid Dorothy. With the consent of his parents, 20 squires were sent to search all the villages in Yorkshire. If no suitable target of the cowpox extract could be found in Yorkshire, the squires would have to search for it in villages in other northern counties.

While searching for the object of the cowpox extract, Isabel negotiated with the resident pastor of her father's domain church about the site of the church and the cost of building the school, but the Rev. Roger Eslip did not understand the extreme generosity of Baron Walton's daughter.

Two valet servants followed not far behind, and the priest accompanied the baron's daughter in a slow walk ahead. As he walked, he looked at the other man, "Miss, the church school is only a place where the children of the peasants can be educated, and they can be built according to the two houses of the poorest farmer or the village laborer. ”

Isabel felt that it was too easy to make money, and it seemed difficult to spend it. Now, the pastor has offered her that the school could be built according to the standard of two houses for the poorest people. Perhaps, the pastor wanted to save some money for her charity. Or maybe the church school is just an accessory to the church in the eyes of the pastor and is not worth the money.

She glanced at the pastor beside her and commanded with great certainty, "Pastor, since I am willing to bear the cost of building a church school, then the church school must be commensurate with my status and status. ”

The priest was slightly stunned, and thought to himself, "If you are suitable for your status and status, I am afraid that this school will no longer be a free church school, but an aristocratic school of your father, Baron Walton." ”

Thinking of this, the priest nodded and just agreed, "Miss, if you build a school for 20 pounds, the school can have 6 or 8 rooms, walls made of stone, a church-like roof, and partitions, floors, glass windows, and chimneys. ”

"Well, that's good. Pastor, build as you say. If the money is not enough, you can report it to me, and I will continue to bear the cost of construction. ”

"Yes, miss, I will report to you truthfully about the construction of the school."

Soon, the two men and two maids arrived in front of St. Michael's Church, west of the school site. Isabel pondered about the construction of a hall dedicated to the isolation and treatment of the plague, and looked at the priest with her arms crossed her chest, "Pastor, has the land been found for the hall to be used to isolate the plague?" ”

The priest hesitated for a moment, but still said to her truthfully: "Miss, there is a suitable piece of land in the northeast of the lord and the lord's wife's estate. It's just that this land is too close to the manor, and I'm afraid that people with the plague will take the plague... Spread to the estate. ”

Isabel didn't immediately answer the priest's words, but nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, you can continue to the north to find suitable land. Of course, if we could find a clearing in the woods, my father and mother and I would be satisfied. ”

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When the time came to the third week of May, it was time when Isabel's philanthropy was in full swing within her father's domain. However, God, who was in paradise, brought a sin upon those around her. After a meeting of the Duke of Richmond's retainers at Sharif Hatton Castle on Tuesday morning, Isabel left the castle at 4 p.m. to ride her father's land.

When the saber guards with several of their fathers arrived at the small square at the gate of their father's manor, two saber guards dressed in a knight's insignia hurriedly came to Ito Bell and saluted, "Good day, Miss Isabel." ”

"Well, you are Sir Herbert's squires?" When Isabel jumped off the horse, she had already recognized the insignia on the livery that the two men were wearing.

The two Saber guards glanced at each other, and one of them quickly pulled a letter from the letter box the other was carrying,

His hands were handed to her, "Mademoiselle, this is a letter from Mrs. Frederick to you. Madame said that you must come to the town of Darlington as soon as you receive the letter. ”

"God, what the hell is going on?" Isabel whispered, reaching out to take the sealed letter.

After reading the letter, her hands hung limply, and even the letter she was holding almost fell to the ground. She was sure that Euphemia, the sister who had become Madame Frederick, had written the letter in tears. For her sister had told her in her letter that her husband, Sir Herbert, was dying.

Isabel stood silently in front of the two sword-wearing guards, and only after a long time did she ask each other, "Has Madame ever written to Madame and Madame?" ”

"Yes, miss. The other letter of the Madame is addressed to Lord Walton and the Madame, and I have already delivered it to the Lord. A more sedate guard nodded and said a few words.

"Damn, could this Herbert be infected by some infectious disease? If not, Euphemia's emotions wouldn't be so emotional. Isabel silently rolled the letter in her hand, and after rolling the letter, she looked directly at the two guards, "Stay here, I'll be back soon." ”

Soon, Isabelle, with a handguard sword strapped to her waist, returned to the small square outside the manor with a melancholy look on her face, and rode on horseback to lead several saber guards of her father and brother-in-law from the town of Darlington to the north. A little more than an hour later, a road between large tracts of arable land came to the southwest of the town of Darington, outside the village of Crisby.

The village was a knight's domain given to his brother-in-law, Sir Herbert Frederick, by Henry VIII, and has lived in the village with his family since he became magistrate of Darlington a few years ago. Riding through a grove to the north of the farmland, the men stopped in a small square in front of a manor on the east side of the road.

Led by a valet guarding the gate, Isabel made her way to the halls of the manor. After a while, my sister Madame Frederick was seen anxiously entering the hall with a maid. The pale and feeble lady stood in front of Isabel, and it was evident from her sad eyes that her heart was full of sharp pain.