John Neville, who was full of energy, was disgusted by the fact that cured meat tasted meat, so he called William Parr to shoot three or four hares with a longbow in the grove and bring them back. Skinned and washed, head, feet and entrails removed, the hare was passed from neck to tail with a twig and grilled over a campfire.

When the smell of roast rabbit meat filled the air, Isabel used a burning wooden branch as a lighting tool to stick it next to the woolen carpet. While eating raisins, he looked at the map he had with him. Because of the differences in age, region, and country, she could only draw a map of vegetation, landforms, water features, artificial objects, and roads based on ancient maps found in the Duke of Richmond's library.

William, who was sitting on the left, looked curiously at the map she had spread between her legs, pointed to a black "" letter on the map, and asked, "Your Excellency, what does this mean?" ”

Isabel studied the map carefully and said casually, "It's the village of Woodale." ”

"I see." William looked underneath the letters, spotted a blue irregular square and guessed, "Your Excellency, I guess this thing must represent a pond or pool, right?" ”

"Well, yes, we're here right now."

"Your Excellency, do you suspect that we are on the wrong track?"

"No, I'm wondering if that guy is lying."

William, who was sitting cross-legged, nodded, picked up the water bag with the ale and took a sip of the ale, "Your Excellency, I don't think it's likely that he will lie. He's already dying, so why lie to deceive you? ”

Isabel did not want to discuss this with him, because once it was discussed, it would involve the training of intelligence officers. Lying, which can be said to be a kind of camouflage and language training that requires long-term training. And whether an intelligence officer can pass the standard of language training is whether he can successfully pass the lie detector test when lying. Not only that, but after passing the training and officially starting the intelligence work, intelligence officers are also subjected to polygraph tests from time to time. If you fail the polygraph test, you will be dismissed.

"Well, you're right." Isabel smiled lightly and swept the question under wraps. Pointing to the few remaining blue irregular squares on the map, "William, these blue squares are pools that we need to explore. ”

At this moment, John came over with a dagger and a large piece of roasted rabbit meat. Sitting on Isabel's right side, he handed the dagger to her, "Godmother, the hare is roasted, please enjoy it." ”

His godmother's mind was not on eating at all, but on finding her prey. Glancing at the rabbit meat in front of him, "John, you hurry up and eat, and go out with me later." ”

John turned his head over and looked at Isabel excitedly, "Godmother, are you still going to find the rebels?" ”

"Well, that's right. It's just the two of us, though. ”

"Is it just you and me? What are you going to do? ”

William guessed what she meant, and asked puzzledly, "Your Excellency, are you going to explore these pools alone with John?" ”

Isabel looked up at the night sky as she needed to find the North Star. Once you find the North Star at night, you can easily find the north, and once you have your bearings, you can start moving. If the North Star is obscured by clouds, she can also use some directional features formed by natural conditions such as sunlight and climate to roughly determine the direction.

Luckily, the clouds were thinner tonight and didn't block the brighter North Star in the sky due north. Isabel put away the map and turned her head to look at William, "William, go and tell the brothers that it is best to sleep after eating, tonight's clearance mission may last a long time." ”

When William got up to leave, she said to John, "John, go and prepare our horses, pack up our things, and get ready to go." ”

John nodded excitedly, but looked at her strangely, "Godmother, you haven't said where we're going. ”

"Let's go check out the nearest pond first. Then, go to the small pond on the south-west side. ”

"Godmother, what if you still don't find it?"

"It seems that we have to go to the pond in the high ground near the town of Harrogate."

When John brought their horses and packed their belongings, William came to Isabel and looked at each other, "Your Excellency, why don't you let the brothers go with you?" ”

Isabel stood on the side of the warhorse and glanced at him as she put the map into her saddlebag, "William, if you probe the rebels' camp when the brothers are at their most tired, do you think we should go to fight?" ”

William shook his head, "Not only can't you kill the rebels, but the brothers may all die in battle." ”

"Alright, we're going to go to the nearest pond to the south now. If the rebels are found, I'll have John come back and tell you guys. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, please be careful all the way."

When John was armed again and ready to mount, Isabel suddenly noticed a problem. Looking at the other party's helmet and polished breastplate, "John, and I immediately go to the pond." ”

John followed her briskly to the pond for no apparent reason, and Isabel hurriedly dug up a large pile of mud from the shore and smeared it on her breastplate. While wiping, he urged John, "John, hurry up and put the mud on the armor." ”

John looked down at the breastplate that was still a little bright in the night, and after thinking about it, he quickly squatted down and dug up the mud and smeared it on it, and smiled at Isabel, "Godmother, you are really very wise. Fortunately, I am not your enemy. ”

Isabel nodded and smiled, wiped the front of her breastplate, turned around, and said to him again, "John, paint my back armor all over for me." Also, don't wear your helmet. ”

Soon, the two of them got on their horses and rode towards the first village to the south. After quietly passing through the first hamlet called Middlesmoor, a second village called Lofthouse, a larger highland village than the previous one.

After riding a horse on a country road outside the village of Lofthouse, we reached a third village, Ramsgil, about two miles away. Now, Isabel and the others are very close to the rebels' camp, but they don't know it yet.

Recalling the signs on the map, Isabel and John left the main road outside the village and turned to a small road on the east side. Follow the trail all the way south to reach a large area of primeval forest to the east of the reservoir.