Earlier in the day, when Baron Latimer IV was passing through Richmondshire with an army of nobles and sarcophagi, several would-be lancers in the knight's army requested that the sarcophagus containing the sarcophagus be kept in his domain, and they prepared to perform a funeral ceremony for the knight.

However, Baron Latimer John Neville told several would-be lancers that Sir was the heir to the throne of Baron Walton I, and that the funeral ceremony was to be held in his father's domain as Baron Walton's heir. The baron believed that this was a form of respect for the knighthood of the knights. After all, Jazz shed his blood for being a brother and gave up his life.

The Baron led his army back to his territory at Snape, Yorkshire, and soon escorted the knight's sarcophagus with 20 squires to Kirclington, about five miles to the southeast. As the procession slowly passed through the village of Cathopp, north of Walton's barony, some villagers spotted the sarcophagus in the procession.

When a few brave villagers asked the attendants whose sarcophagus it was, the attendants solemnly stated the identity of the person lying in the sarcophagus. The villagers were dumbfounded when they heard this, and whispered as they followed the procession down the road, "Guys, is this God's will?" God wants our lords to lose their heirs? ”

"You say, could it be that the squire of the Lord is joking with us?"

"Stupid, how can you be joking at this time?"

As they walked along the road, a few villagers secretly looked at Baron Latimer, who was riding his horse in front, dressed in aristocratic attire, and no one dared to ask the baron to find out who was lying in the sarcophagus. After a short discussion, several villagers decided to report this extremely important matter to different people. So the two villagers ran to the houses of the village magistrate and the tax collector, and without looking back, they ran to the village of Kirlington, where the lord lived, to the south of the village.

As Baron Latimer's party marched to the heart of the village of Casserp, almost all of the dozens of men, women and children of the village left their houses and came to the sides of the road to pay silent tribute to Sir Ernest's sarcophagus. After the village official and the tax collector standing in front of several villagers glanced at each other, the village official walked to the side of Baron Latimer's warhorse, bowed and asked tremblingly, "My lord, is the heir of our lord lying in this sarcophagus?" ”

John, who was expressionless, tightened his jaw and nodded as he looked at the village official standing on his left. The village magistrate did not mind John's arrogance and conceit as a nobleman, and hurriedly looked at him eagerly and said, "Your Excellency, if you and your attendants are tired, you can eat some food, drink or rest with us, and we will escort the sarcophagus to the lord for you." ”

John's body swayed slightly as the horse walked, and he shook his head as he looked at the endless fields in the distance, "No need, I'm Sizz's brother, and I'll escort Jazz to his father." ”

On the two-mile (3.22 km) journey south from the village of Cassep to Kirclington, two villagers who had reported to Lord Baron and Lady Walton were out of breath. An older, bearded villager stopped on the side of the road with his hands on his knees, panting for air. Then, he looked up at another villager beside him, "Man, it's up to you, let's go." ”

"Well, when I can't run, you come and take my place." Another seemingly young villager spoke out loud.

After about half an hour, the two villagers finally stumbled to the small square in front of Baron Walton's estate. The older villager lay on his stomach in the small square and never got up, and another younger villager looked back at him. Gritting his teeth, he stood up and ran to a manservant who was guarding the gate and fell heavily to the ground. The manservant lowered his head in some surprise and glanced at the villagers, and said coldly, "Who are you?" What are you doing here? ”

The villager raised his upper body as he lay on the ground, and stammered at the manservant, "Hurry... Hurry up to the adults... Report, Sir ... Jazz's coffin... Shipped back! ”

The manservant still didn't move, bent down and stared at the villagers who were lying on the ground panting, "What did you say?" Say it again. ”

"Your Excellency's... Eldest son... Dead, lying in a coffin. ”

"My God!" The valet muttered to himself, nodded at the other manservant standing across from him, and quickly ran to the interior of the manor.

Before the villagers could catch their breath, a large group of people came out of the manor. At the head were Baron Walton and his wife, flanked by their respective personal male and female servants. Behind him was Caroline Walton, wife of the eldest son, Sir Ernest, and her eldest son, and at the end the stewards of the estate, a dozen men and women.

Baron Walton walked to the gate and looked at the other manservant on duty and said eagerly, "Where is the coffin of my eldest son?" ”

The manservant did not dare to speak nonsense, but hurriedly saluted and replied, "My lord, it is a letter from two farmers outside the door. ”

Now, Baron Walton's knowledge of the death of his eldest son on the battlefield has become an ironclad fact. His face looked a little melancholy and haggard, and he looked at the maid beside Madame in silence, "You help Madame back to rest." ”

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Walton looked at her husband and asked in a trembling voice, "My lord, Ernest has delivered us to God in this way, and can never return to us again?" ”

For a moment, Baron Walton's mood also became extremely sad, complicated and uncomfortable, and he stared at his wife for a long time, "Madam, God has forgiven our firstborn son for his sins, and will grant him eternal life." ”

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Isabel sat in the hall of Sharif Hatton Castle, looked at the heraldic officer sitting opposite, and asked suspiciously, "My lord, you just told me that you served in the heraldic court,"

By this time, the heraldic officer had already known her other identity and status, and he stood up and nodded in greeting, and replied softly, "Yes, Miss Isabel, I have come to Yorkshire to preside over the funeral of a nobleman. In fact, this time I was following His Majesty's instructions to preside over a knight's funeral. ”

Isabel believed the official's words, but there was one thing she couldn't understand, and she asked hesitantly, "My lord, is the heraldic court the funeral of a nobleman or a knight according to the custom?" ”

"Miss, only the funeral rites of the nobility are eligible to be presided over by the officials of the Heraldic Academy."

"Well, why would His Majesty the King instruct you to come and officiate at a knight's funeral?"

The heraldic officer hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice as he looked at her, "I can't guess what His Majesty thinks. In fact, this knight is the eldest son of your father. ”

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