Determined to avenge the death of his loved one, Bill Tuttle had one of his hired men quietly return to Lancaster Castle on a servant horse as soon as County Sheriff David Springhall left. The hired man had only one purpose, which was to monitor when Isabel and the others would leave the castle and where they would go.

When Isabel and Sir Augustine were the first to appear on the road back to the village of Crafton, the hired man secretly ran back to the place where the horses were hidden, mounted them and went back to report to his employer. None of the five in the group noticed the hired man who appeared behind them, still relaxed and trotting towards Thurland Castle.

When Robert rode to Isabel's side, three thoroughbred Bobu horses with a waist circumference of 4.3 feet (about 1.3 meters) and a height of about 5.5 feet (about 1.65 meters) took up almost two-thirds of the road that was already not wide.

Isabel Walton was a little disdainful of Robert's unsolicitation, glanced at the London lawyer and said, "Sir, if the royal postman stationed at Lancaster Castle needs to deliver a letter to Lord Lancashire, I think he will probably have to jump over your head on horseback." ”

Robert Althop blinked, looked left and right, and said with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, Miss Isabel, but I didn't expect the roads in the northern countryside to be so narrow. ”

Sir Augustine, who maintained a rigorous, haughty, and reticent aristocratic demeanor in the face of outsiders, simply said, "Sir, tell me aloud if you need me." With that, he nodded at Isabel and rode to the front of the line.

"Miss, what do you mean, sir?" Robert asked curiously.

"Sir, my father is doing what he is supposed to do within the scope of his duties." Isabel said calmly.

"I admire Sir for his dedication. If every nobleman, knight, gentleman, and yoman in the kingdom could work as diligently as Sir did, why should I come to the north myself to persuade these men to petition the king? ”

"So, Sir Roland is willing to be a 'pilgrim' to present a petition to the King?"

"Yes, miss. When I showed him the twenty-four articles I had written to express my appeal to the King, he was full of praise for my plan. ”

Robert said confidently, "Sir also said that the king would forgive us as long as the petitioning party did not oppose the king and did not enter the city of London." ”

Isabel sneered and simply said, "I hope so, sir." ”

As the group approached the village of Caton, the closest to Lancaster Castle, via a stone bridge over the River Lun, Isabel thought of a suitable reason to enter the village, which was also the only tavern in the vicinity. Previously, when she informed Francis Swift and the other four would-be knights of the change of plans, Francis and the other four had been on standby in the tavern.

While Isabel slowly slowed down her horse to think, Robert said with concern, "Miss Isabel, although we are now less than ten miles away from Lord Lancashire's castle, slowing down the horses will not help us much to reach the castle. ”

Isabel glanced at him and said, "Sir said just now that the king will forgive you, right?" ”

"Yes, miss. Do you have any questions about this? ”

"Oh no, I just thought about how I could congratulate you."

"I am here to express my sincerest thanks to Miss on behalf of the petitioning team."

"Sir, lo and behold, there seems to be a tavern in the village ahead. Why don't I go buy some ale, roast beef, or roast pork chops right now to celebrate for you. ”

Just as Robert was about to speak, Isabel suddenly sped up the speed of his thoroughbred steed and galloped towards the village ahead. As she passed by Sir Augustine, she exclaimed, "Father, you and Sir stay here." ”

Sir sat down on his horse and straightened up a little, and looked at the tavern in the village in front of him, and knew what his daughter wanted to do. When the lawyer and two servants behind him rode up on horseback, he smiled and said, "Sir, I'm afraid you can't enjoy such comfortable sunshine in the city of London, right?" ”

Robert looked back at Jazz and said, "Sir, do you mean the northern summer sun?" ”

"Yes, sir. Summer in the north is not as hot as in the south, and the freedom to ride a horse in the stunning sun through the vast highlands and valleys is what a true man should do. ”

"Yes, Sir is right."

While Augustine was pulling Robert through the weather, Isabel had already ridden his horse Onyx to the tavern in the village of Caton. When he jumped off his horse, he walked towards the tavern and said to the warhorse, "Onyx, stay here." ”

Purebred Bobma Onix walked to the place where the horse was tied outside the tavern as if he understood her language. Dressed as a knight and carrying a longbow, Isabel walked into the tavern and stood at the door and scanned the various people in the tavern. When she spotted a man dressed as a would-be knight sitting in the corner, wiping his knight's sword, she walked over without saying a word.

When she sat down across from the would-be knight, she whispered, "Brian, what are you doing?" ”

The would-be knight named Brian looked up, reflexively wanting to stand up and salute her. Isabel didn't wait for the other to stand up before saying, "Don't move." ”

"Your Excellency, why are you here? Francis thinks you won't be able to leave until tomorrow. Brian looked at the drinkers around him and lowered his voice.

"Brian, where's Francis?" Isabel asked.

"At the tavernkeeper's house in the back."

"Very well, you can buy me some ale, roast beef, or roast pork chops."

When Isabel walked to the back door of the tavern on one side, the tavern owner said coldly to her, "Miss, is there anything you can do to help you?" ”

Brian took the knight's sword and immediately walked up to the boss and whispered a few words, and the boss really didn't pay attention to Isabel anymore. She nodded at Brian, then opened the back door and headed straight for her boss's house.

As soon as she reached the door of the boss's house, she heard a girlish giggle and the voice of a young man. When I walked in, it turned out that Francis was chatting excitedly with a lady who looked to be nearly 30 years old, wearing a low-neckline tights and a hoop skirt.

Isabel stood quietly not far from the two, leaning against the door frame with her arms folded and said, "Francis, this is your new girlfriend?" ”

When Francis heard his most familiar voice, he immediately turned to her and saluted, saying, "Your Excellency, I beg your pardon, this is the boss's wife. ”