Baron and Mrs. Walton, who were busy preparing for the funeral of their eldest son, had almost forgotten what their daughter had mentioned. At this moment, when the daughter offered to sell the goods brought back from the south, the two remembered. After careful consideration, it is also a good idea. It can not only solve the problem of expenses for the funeral of the eldest son, but also solve the dowry of the daughter very well.

Mrs. Walton, however, was interested in giving these valuable goods as gifts to visiting nobles or knights. After thinking about it, I couldn't help but say something to my daughter, "My daughter, I also want to give those goods as gifts to nobles or knights who come to visit us. So, I hope I can leave a part of it. ”

Seeing that her mother was relieved, Isabel nodded in agreement, and then added: "Mother, those goods were originally some expensive goods, and of course they could be used as gifts for visiting guests. Don't worry, we just need to sell those two boxes of surplus cane sugar and spices. ”

For Mrs. Walton, the last thing she was willing to sell was spices. After all, spices were a cultural symbol for the aristocracy to flaunt themselves, using this symbol to distinguish themselves from the inferior (lower classes of commoners). In fact, the high price of spices far exceeds the needs of ordinary people. The use of expensive, extravagant, and exotic spices in banquets can not only reflect the prominent social status of the diner, but also represent the elegance and nobility of the banquet participants.

When Mrs. Walton took the trouble to tell her about the role of spices as a symbol of wealth and status among the aristocracy, and as a tool for the nobility and to maintain the ties and solidarity between the aristocracy and the aristocratic society, Isabel told her what she had heard from Plymouth, "Mother, if you are so fond of spices, I can write a letter to Captain Hawkins of Plymouth, and ask the captain to bring back a large amount of Portuguese and Venetian spices." ”

Mrs. Walton was a little surprised, "Oh, this captain can buy a lot of spices?" ”

"Yes, Mother. After the Portuguese opened up a new shipping route to the East, millions of pounds of spice were sold every year in the spice market in the European port of Antwerp. So, you don't have to worry about not being able to buy spices at all. ”

"Well, Portuguese? Orient... New fairway?! Daughter, even if the captain could buy a lot of spices in Europe, it would still cost a lot of money. In addition, it also takes a long time to transport from the south to York. ”

Isabel couldn't understand her mother's attachment to spices and felt a little helpless. At last, he had to accommodate Mrs. Walton and say, "Mother, with your permission, I can send for the skins and cane sugar to be sold." ”

The funeral expenses were resolved smoothly and the family meeting was over. When Baron Walton's two daughters and the wife of his eldest son exited the hall, the two boys waiting outside the hall immediately left several male servants and maids beside them and stepped forward to greet the three women politely.

One of them was Wolfe, the eldest son of the deceased Sir Ernest, and the other was Euphemia, the second daughter of the baron, and Charles Frederick, the eldest son of Sir Herbert. With the passing of Sir Ernest, his first child with Caroline, Wolf Walton, now has a new identity and status - Baron Walton II.

Since Isabel is the godmother of two boys, it is inevitable that she will discipline two boys who are almost the same age. With one hand supporting the hilt of the saber at his waist and the other hand on his waist, he looked at Baron Walton II, who is only 6 years old this year, "Wolf, what are you and your cousin doing here?" ”

Euphemia's eldest son, Charles, gently stabbed his cousin's back with his small hand, and Wolf raised his head knowingly to look up at his aunt and godmother's face, "Auntie, I... I would like to ask my mother and your permission to go to the flower garden and play with the Scottish cat. ”

Charles's small gestures did not escape the eyes of the three adult women, and Euphemia smiled softly at her sister beside her, "Isabel, this month I am preparing for the funeral of Wolfe's father. I thought, children don't need to get an education, right? ”

"Well, Carolyn, what do you think?" Isabel intends to listen to her brother's wife before making a decision.

Caroline is now responsible for raising Baron Walton II and does not dare to relax with the future heir of the family. After a reserved glance at the eldest son, he looked at the two female relatives next to him and made a decision, "Wolf, you go back to your room and continue to study French and Latin." Charles, you can go to the flower garden to play. ”

The mother had given the order, and the godmother had no objection, and a somewhat depressed Wolf, followed by several male and female servants, had to leave the corridor outside the hall. The cousin and good friend followed the orders of the two mothers to go back to the room to learn foreign Chinese, and cousin Charles also looked a little listless. Although he could go to the flower garden to play with the civet cat that had been transported back from Scotland, it didn't seem to be much fun for him to play alone.

The three of them, with a child and eight or nine male and female servants, left Baron Walton's estate and went to the garden of flowers and plants to the south. As several noble women walked slowly, the baron's second daughter spoke of the curious civet, "Isabel, now you understand how much Your Highness loves you, right?" Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness would ask Lord Latimer to bring one from Scotland... The scented cat is back to you. ”

Since her husband's funeral was properly arranged, Caroline's expression was no longer so depressed. After hearing the words of her husband's sister, she said in a relaxed tone, "Madam, even if Her Highness loves Isabel deeply, I don't think she will be His Highness's mistress." ”

"Madame, are you referring to Isabelle's husband-to-be, Sir William?" Euphemia asked deliberately.

"No, her marriage to Sir William was arranged by Lord and Lady. I would like to say that even if Isabel did not have this marriage, she would still have her own thoughts about His Highness. ”

Isabel felt irritated at the thought that the wedding might take place next month. As soon as she felt irritable, she wanted to drink some wine, and immediately told her maid Anne to fetch some wine and glasses. At this time, the three of them came to the table and chair under the big tree in the flower garden, and she sat on a bench.

Euphemia looked at her expression, then looked up at the blue sky and white clouds beyond the canopy. When he looked at her again, he joked, "Isabel, are you a little shy at the thought of a wedding to Sir William?" ”

Isabel rolled her eyes at her and muttered, "My parents would let me marry this coward?!" If he went to Scotland, how could I still be upset! ”

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