Before the little girl could express her doubts to her mother, a few young boys dressed as hired servants who were several people away from her mother hurriedly crowded to the side of the road after exchanging a few words.

While the young boys were about to speak, Isabel was leading the group towards the front. Seeing this, the boys also hurriedly followed the group towards the left front. At this time, an accident happened, a middle-aged man dressed as a lawyer or a citizen was hit by a boy, and roared on the spot, "Little guy, you hurt me!" ”

"I'm sorry, sir." The boy stopped and hurriedly bowed to the other party. When he got up, he found that the cavalry squad and his companions had already walked to the front, "You guys are waiting for me." ”

Sitting on horseback, Isabel walked slowly as if she were watching a comedy, amusefully staring at the boy who had hit a pedestrian and kept chasing after her. Ernest, who was riding on the outside, noticed that his sister didn't seem to care much about what he said, and just focused on the crowd watching on the left side of the road, so he had to cough lightly, "Isabel, if you want to watch the interlude, you can see it after dinner." ”

"Ernest, what are you talking about? Episodes? Distracted, Isabel looked at him again.

In the old days, Mary, Duchess of Richmond, had taught her some knowledge of drama. The so-called interlude is a kind of drama that appeared in the 15th century with a simple plot and few characters, but it was entertaining and comedic, mainly performed by professional theater actors in the court, aristocratic estates or universities. The origin of its name is probably a short play that is interspersed between two acts of a morality drama or a miracle play.

Ernest glanced at the few young boys in the crowd of onlookers on the left side of the road and shook his head, "Forget it, I'll talk to you at dinner." ”

At this time, the boy who accidentally bumped into an onlooker just now was pushed to the front by other partners. When the leg of the horse Isabel was riding was only a few inches away from him, the boy standing on the shoulder of the road suddenly bowed to her, "Good day, miss." ”

"You've chased all this way just to say hello to me?" Isabel reined in her horse, stopped it in front of the boy, bent down slightly and smiled, "Hey, boy, do you want to say anything to me?" ”

The boy scratched his head when he got up, looked at the two hostages in the team, and then plucked up his courage and asked, "Miss, are these two captives merchants?" ”

Isabel looked back at the well-dressed baron and the baron's eldest son, then turned her head and smiled at the boy, "No, they are Scottish nobles. ”

"Aristocrats??" The boy said in surprise. In fact, not only the boy, but even some of the people standing next to several of his companions were amazed.

The boy didn't know what to say for a while, and he snorted for a long time before he spit out a sentence, "Miss, you are even more powerful than the knight, you can actually catch the noble!?" ”

"Boy, it won't be long before the guards grow up and catch more Scottish nobles." Isabel nodded and smiled slightly, and re-drove the horse in the direction of the castle.

The boy hurriedly saluted again, and when he got up, he yelled at Isabel and the back of the group, "Miss, I hope you can catch more Scottish nobles!" ”

Isabel rode to the castle gate below the watchtower, and looked up to find a large number of sergeants crowded on the top of the watchtower and the battlements watching them. When she looked down, she saw several sergeants guarding the door saluting her on both sides.

The team continued to move forward, and with the "click... Click... "By the time the sound of horses' hooves stomping on the passage into the city reached her ears, Isabel and her scout team had entered the interior of Carlisle Castle.

When the team turned left along the road inside the castle to a clearing, the two chief guards of Carlisle Castle greeted them. Immediately, Isabel and her brother Sir Ernest and Sir Alex Ferguson jumped off their horses and saluted each other.

After the salute, Sir Thomas smiled very happily as he looked at the two hostages in the group, "Miss Isabel, I didn't expect you to capture two hostages in one night. ”

The deputy chief of the guard stood aside and looked at the captives excitedly several times, and asked Ernest, "Sir, who is this?" How did you catch it? ”

There was a triumphant smile on the faces of everyone in the reconnaissance team, and Sir Alexon stroked his beard with a laugh, looked at the smiling Ernest and said very proudly to the deputy guard chief: "Sir, these two are Baron Maxwell V and his eldest son Robert. ”

"Sir, what did you say?" Sir Thomas's eyes widened.

"My God, this Baron Maxwell is the Scottish Border Guard, the commander of this campaign!" The deputy chief of the guard glanced vigorously at the baron and his eldest son on the horse, and could not believe that what he was seeing was the truth.

"I'm sorry, miss." After Sir Thomas saluted Isabel, he walked to Baron Maxwell's horse in three steps and two steps, and grabbed the bridle on the left side of his horse's face and stared at the other's face.

"Miss, is it a faux pas for the guard to look at my father like this?" When Isabelle's gaze turned to Sir Thomas, she found Robert on a horse talking to herself.

"Sir Thomas, Robert, just wanted to see if your father was Baron Maxwell." Isabel stood there casually and said something with a smile.

Soon after, the cavalry squad was disbanded and returned to their tents to rest, and the baron and his eldest son were taken to a separate room and imprisoned. After inviting Isabel and her brother Ernest and Sir Alex Ferguson into the drawing-room, the two captains of the guard greeted them with wine and apple pies.

After everyone had drunk some wine, Sir Thomas shook his head with his glass, and looked at Isabel who was sitting opposite, "Mademoiselle, this... It's unbelievable, unbelievable! ”

In fact, Isabel and her scout team hadn't laid down to sleep or rested for a while from 9 p.m. yesterday until this time. At this point, after escorting the hostages back safely to Carlisle Castle, she felt sleepiness slowly eating away at her brain.

When he rested on the armrest of the chair with his cheeks propped up, he found that the two men beside him looked full of energy, and Sir Alex Ferguson even spat on the battle, "Sir Thomas, your Excellency led us outside a cavalry camp after sunset yesterday......"

Her head slowly drooped, and her eyelids began to fight, sticking together as she fought.