Isabel glanced at Lady Surrey and shook her head with a smile, "Francis, it seems that you still don't know much about the things that your husband, Lord Surrey, loves. ”

Frances Howard glanced at her, then at the glass in her hand, and then turned back to the valet standing in the distance and said, "Beth, give me a glass of wine." ”

After the maid brought her a glass of red wine, Frances took a sip of wine and said in a skeptical tone, "Why do you think so, Isabel?" Don't forget, I also practiced swordsmanship. ”

"I know. Tell me, then, if Lord Surrey has ever used his bayonet sword to duel or train with others. ”

"Duel? From the time I married Henry until now, I don't know that anyone would dare to ask Henry about a duel. Frances said proudly, looking at her again, "Training with a bayone... Well..., there is. ”

"Okay, can you tell me how Lord Surrey trained?" Isabel walked towards an area by the fish pond that was suitable for fishing, with a wine glass in hand. Until she came to the low stone fence, turned and sat down on the stone fence, smiling and staring at each other.

Frances paced towards her in deep thought, and only then did she recall when she stood in front of Isabel: "When Henry was training with a bayonet, there was a chopping and a stabbing motion. However, most of the time it is still the swordsmanship of using a half-hand sword. ”

"Well, that's right. Lord Surrey told me that the sword was called a bayone. Isabel took advantage of the situation and put one foot sideways on her thigh, "Well, I think the meaning of the name is that the main function of this sword is to stab the opponent, and to kill the enemy with a single blow while striking quickly. ”

"Isabel, you're right, how did you come up with that?" Frances glanced at one of her cocked feet in riding boots.

"Because His Highness's guard told me that this sword probably originated in Europe as a one-handed stabbing sword. Later, when it spread to England, nobles and knights remodeled it in the style of the Italian sword, adding some metal branches or ring-shaped gauntlets. ”

She went on to explain: "The purpose of adding handguards is to be beautiful and match the outfit. The second is to fight duels without using large, bulky weapons, such as the Hand Half Sword and the Scottish Chopping Fenc. You know, neither of these swords is suitable for women and the physically weak, right? ”

Frances walked over to the fence on the other side's left and turned around and nodded, "Yes, in fact the half-sword is the weapon of the knights, the kind of sword of the Highlanders... Only savage, rude sergeants would use it. ”

"And because from the existing types of weapons, only a half-handed sword or a one-handed sword is suitable for duels. Instead of using a half-sword with a hand that is still somewhat bulky, it is better to use a one-handed sword to duel with the opponent. The action is beautiful, with quick stabs and a single sword to kill each other. Frances, that's what the handguard bayonet came into. ”

Mrs. Surrey thought deeply, smiled and raised the wine glass in her hand to the other party, "Congratulations, Isabel! Your explanation of the gauntlet bayonet surpasses what Henry knew about it. ”

Isabel smiled and raised her glass, but still didn't mean to put her cocked legs down. Frances furrowed her eyebrows slightly, pointed to her legs and said with some reproach: "Isabel, you are a young noble woman who is loved and respected, and you cannot make such an action. ”

"Yes, Lady Surrey." Isabel took another sip of wine, "Now, besides you, your valet and the fish in the fishpond can see my legs, and I don't think anyone else will see them." ”

Frances walked up to her and poked her forehead gently, "Remember, you must not do this in the presence of anyone else. You are my good companion, and I am Lady Surrey, and I will be laughed at if I have a good companion like you. ”

Isabel stood up and looked at her with a smirk, "Lady Surrey, when you are ridiculed, use your sword to silence that cursed mouth. Strike quickly and take them out with a single sword. ”

As she spoke, she put down her glass and gestured with her hand to use her sword in a duel. Frances smiled happily and spat out a remark, "Giggles...... You love dueling so much, may God protect you forever. ”

"God will protect me. Madam, why don't you learn how to use the bayonet now? ”

Frances glared at her, "I'm in a good mood today, I just want to see how you train." ”

While the two were still talking and laughing by the fishpond, the butler came briskly from the direction of the manor, "Madame, Mademoiselle, the court painter, Mr. Hans Holbein the Younger, has arrived. ”

"This court painter has kept me and Lady Surrey waiting for so long! Go back and tell him, steward, that if he does not come here at once, I will have him thrown into His Highness's fishpond. ”

"Uh... Yes, miss. ”

The butler returned to the drawing room of the manor, and after repeating Isabel's words roughly to the court painter, little Hans glared at the butler with wide eyes, "That's what Miss Isabel said?" So... What does Your Highness mean? ”

"Sir, Your Highness did not come to the manor, and Miss Isabel was appointed by Her Highness to come to Windsor to handle the painting." The butler glanced with great contempt at his beard, full of meat, like a court painter who specialized in slaughtering cattle and pigs.

"Well, please take me to Miss Isabel."

The butler led little Hans Holbein and his painting assistant out of the gate of the manor, and saw two noble women by the fishpond in front of him from a distance, and hurried over. At this time, Isabel, who had already stood up, stared at the three men who came over, "Frances, the royal court painter is here." ”

"Isabel, don't say what you just said. After all, he was serving His Majesty. Frances placed her glass on the fence and stood reserved with her hands on the lower abdomen of her skirt.

"Just a painter painting for Henry VIII. As soon as the Chief Minister of State fell, the painter did not have a good life. Isabel, who smiled but didn't say a word, sneered in her heart.

When little Hans Holbein and his assistant approached the two of them under the butler's lead, he noticed something that surprised him. Next to a strange aristocratic woman dressed in a countess-level dress stood an equally young, beautiful, and tall aristocratic woman.

If you think of her as an aristocratic woman, it seems to be a compliment to her. For the young woman was not dressed in a hierarchical feminine dress, nor was she served by a valet by her side.