The stables of the late 16th century are certainly not comparable to the stables of modern pastures in the United States centuries later, but the rules governing how horses were cared for, cared for, and raised were largely the same. As a result, Isabel has a habit of applying some modern practical horse breeding rules and maintenance methods here.

By this time, she had changed the halter to each horse in the horse compartment and hung a hook with a safety rope that hung downward. However, when she did this to Jazz's warhorse, the warhorse shook a few times because of the ease of his body, and also made a few movements to turn around.

Isabel watched the horse's small movements unsurprisingly, and with a pleasant expression, she quickly tapped the horse's back with her hand. Bruce Hard, the butler who stood by and was in charge of the lord's orders, was no stranger to her actions, as the lord sometimes came to the stables himself to do some work on the maintenance of the horses.

Bruce's eyes gradually had a sense of recognition. As the young lady-in-waiting began to inspect each of the horse's hooves one by one, he asked Isabel, "Squire, I suppose you must have lived as a boy for seven years before becoming a knight's squire to your lord, did you?" ”

Isabel glanced at him and smiled and said, "No, I have never been a boy in any knight's house. ”

"Oh...? In this way, I can't understand where you learned how to take care of horses. ”

"You can go to the priest of the monastery of Montserrat, and then you will know."

"Monastery of Montserrat? Where is this monastery in the kingdom? How come I haven't heard that there is this monastery in the territory of the kingdom? ”

"Mr. Harder, I think you'd better finish the work that Sir has assigned to you first."

"Oh, oh, yes. Squire, you're right. ”

In between conversations, Isabel had finished checking the horses' hooves, and now the first thing she needed to do was clean them. At this moment, a thin, small boy ran in from the outside, panting.

"Mr. Harder, I'm sorry. Because my father is sick and I need to take care of my father, I ......" said the young boy timidly after saluting the butler.

"Well, it's Yule of the Carter family. Do you know how many servants can be supported with the money of a war horse? Why don't you, as your father's helper in the stables, stay in the stables? Don't you know that the lord may return at any time? Bruce's face didn't change, but his words were quite harsh.

The young boy named Yule muttered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Harder, I... I really didn't leave on purpose. ”

Bruce still said coldly, "Yule, it seems that you still don't know the important position of Sir Horse's horse in Asker Manor. Given your performance, I had to report this to Sir about it. ”

In Isabel's outlook on life, money and work can only be ranked behind the small family she and her mother have. When she heard the butler's words, she couldn't take it anymore and put down the work she was about to start and walked out of the stable.

At this point, Yule began to weep sadly in front of a serious butler. Isabel came up to Bruce and asked, "What's going on here?" ”

Bruce glanced sideways at her and said, "It's none of your business. Squire, go get your job done. ”

In fact, Isabel had roughly understood the conversation between the two in the stable. Instead of immediately responding to the butler's words, she walked up to Yule and squatted down, smiling softly and saying, "Hi, your name is Yule, isn't it?" ”

Yule looked up and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Glaring at her with wide eyes, she said, "Yes... Yes, ...... you? ”

"Don't worry, I'll do your job for you. What happened to your father's illness? ”

"Oh, he's been having a fever since yesterday and he says his head hurts."

"Yule, I think you can try to cool him down with cold water first. If not, you can always come to me. ”

With his hands behind his back, Bruce kept an eye on Isabel's actions. It was only then that he coughed lightly twice and said, "Squall, why don't you go and do your job?" Don't forget, what Sir said before he handed you over to me. ”

After a few more words of reassurance to Yule, Isabel stood up and turned to look at the butler, saying, "Mr. Hader, I have not forgotten the order given by Sir Hader. But why don't you allow Yule to take care of his sick father? ”

"Squire, as a knightly squire of the knights, you should understand the importance of the war horse to the knights."

"Really? However, at this time, I don't think a horse is worth a human life. ”

"Huh, human life? I'll tell you, the money for one horse for Jazz is enough to feed three of Yule's fathers. ”

Isabel shook her head slightly, turned to the young boy and said, "Yur, go home and take care of your father." I'll get the job done here. ”

Yule timidly glanced at the butler's face and whispered, "I'm sorry, I can't neglect the lord's horse breeding because of my father. ”

"You're afraid you'll be punished by Mr. Harder, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll protect you, let's go. ”

"I... I don't dare. ”

Isabel said to Bruce, "Mr. Harder, now I am determined that Yule take care of his father. If you don't agree, you can report it to the Jazz immediately. ”

Bruce said expressionlessly, "Squire, I'm not sure I understood your almost stubborn words. If you insist on doing so, I'll have to report it to the sir. ”

Yule, who was becoming more and more frightened, watched the figure of the butler leaving, and said to himself in horror, "What should I do? What should I do? Mr. Harder must have gone to report this to the lord. ”

The performance of the young Yule surprised Isabel a little. If you think about it carefully, this is England at the end of the Middle Ages, and there is no concept of "human rights" that is unique to the era in which it lives. Seeing that he has caused trouble, he can only make mistakes wrong.

Isabel put her hands on both of Yule's shoulders and let him look at herself. Then, still smiling, he said, "Yule, why don't you take me to find the tools for the horses, and then tell me what the horses should eat, and then you can leave here to take care of your father." ”

Yule glared at her and shouted, "Who are you?" Why are you doing this? If Mr. Harder tells the lord about this, how will you make our family survive this winter?? ”