Chapter 242: Windsor
Heading south, the shortest route traveled by the royal postman to deliver letters from the south to the north, the travelling procession of 32 Duke's court guards and servants first arrived in Yorkshire.
Since Henry was the highest-ranking nobleman in the North, most of the nobles in Yorkshire came to offer faithful prayers for the Duke's travel. and treat the young royal duke, who always has a smile on his face, with fresh fruit, fine food and fine wine.
After two full days in Yorkshire, the path was opened by 10 would-be knights dressed in full quasi-lancer armor and cloaks painted with the coat of arms of the Duke of Richmond, with the duke's four-wheeled box carriage in the center, followed by 10 servants in servant clothing with the duke's coat of arms on horseback, and the noble procession of 10 would-be knights, also fully armed, slowly marched in the direction of Nottinghamshire.
As with the aristocratic courtesy he received in Yorkshire, Henry enjoyed two more days of noble life in the county. Afterwards, the group travelled to Leicestershire, which borders Nottinghamshire. There was no doubt that Henry was still happy for two days. Further south, the four counties of Northampton, Hertfordshire, Buckinghamshire and Bedfordshire offered all they could for Henry's travels.
A royal postman who traveled day and night could deliver letters from the city of London to Richmondshire in a day's ride. However, the Duke of Richmond, who wanted to spend a few more days on his trip, slowly arrived in Windsor, a royal borough in Berkshire, west of the city of London and on the south bank of the River Thames.
As a royal borough of England, Windsor is naturally different from other municipalities. Not only is there very little dust in the air, but even the streets and buildings look very different from those of the backward northern regions.
The Duke of Richmond, who was sitting in the carriage and gazing at the streets and buildings on either side, did not feel that he was any different from the nobles here. However, Isabel Walton, who rode at the back of the group, deeply realized how different she was from the women here.
As the procession marched through the streets, from time to time two or three aristocratic women and ladies in brightly colored leotards would gaze at her with a gaze that no one else could notice. While being noticed, she noticed that these women dressed as aristocratic women were covering their mouths with their hands and whispering: "My God, how can she be dressed in men's clothes and still wearing weapons!" β
"Madame, doesn't she know that this young woman should sit sideways on a horse like a man?"
A middle-aged woman dressed as a lady pursed her lips and whispered, "Don't you see?" Her horses have the coat of arms of the nobility on their sweat pads and look a lot like the nobles of the north. β
"The nobility of the North? Hmph, no wonder she dresses up like a barbarian. Madame, do you know that coat of arms? β
"I've rarely seen this coat of arms in Windsor, and I think it looks a lot like a duke's coat of arms."
"Duke? It's really interesting, how can a duke have such a female companion? β
"She's not the duke's maid, she's the duke's maid."
"That's right, it looks like a maid, and I've heard that the northerners, young and old, have to learn how to fight the Sugs."
"The young lady is right, the women there don't know what embroidery, cooking, singing and dancing are. And he has no culture, and he talks about Jesus Christ all day long. β
"Yes, I've heard that the people there are all Catholics. In their eyes, the Pope of Rome is the real king. β
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Conversations like this have been around Isabel since the team passed through Eton College. For the voices of the ladies and ladies who make these remarks can only be heard by themselves. So, even though Isabel wanted to know what they were talking about, she couldn't hear anything.
She followed Henry's party away from the center of the town and continued south. About 1/2 hour later, outside the village of Winkefield, about six miles from Windsor Castle, Henry stuck his head out of the right window and looked left and right, and beckoned excitedly when he saw Isabel at the back of the line.
Isabel drove forward and looked at Henry outside the carriage: "Your Highness, do you have any orders?" β
"Look, the fence on the left side of the road is the fence of my manor."
"So, we're almost there."
"yes, do you see that big patch of grass on the right?"
"Yes, I saw it."
"It was the royal racetrack. Although it is administratively part of Berkshire, it is the land of the Crown. β
Henry looked at the large meadow in the sun, and said with some excitement, "Isabel, you will bring the horse for me." The carriage was so jolting that I felt like my body was about to fall apart. β
What Isabel didn't know was that although the four-wheeled carriage had become the main mode of transportation for the aristocracy in the 16th century, the occupants of the carriage had to endure constant shaking and jolting as it traveled. It was not until the 17th century, when horse-drawn carriages were popular, that people began to install vibration-absorbing springs or leaf springs for horse-drawn carriages, making them more and more strong, beautiful and lightweight.
As the party entered the manor, Henry, after a night's rest, sat energetically at the Gothic stand table and began to write letters to different people, with the aim of telling them that he had returned to Windsor.
As Isabel walked to her desk, she glanced at the letters she had written, some addressed to the Earl of Surrey and the Third Duke of Norfolk. Among them, the recipients of two letters are more important, one addressed to Henry VIII and the other addressed to Henry VIII's daughter Mary.
"Henry, is this letter addressed to your fiancΓ©e, the daughter of the Duke of Norfolk III?" Isabel didn't know who this Mary was, but asked curiously.
Henry looked up at her with a smile, "No, it's for Miss Mary Duyi. β
Isabel was shocked when she heard the name. That's right, Mary Dudge is Mary I, Queen of England, who was later called "Bloody Mary". But why didn't Henry call her a princess, but a young lady?
"Mary Tudor, His Majesty's daughter?"
"Yes, her mother is Queen Catherine of Aragon. Since her mother's death in January, she has been living a semi-secluded life in Hertfordshire. β
Isabel carefully hid her curiosity and casually said, "Do you have a good relationship with her?" Of course, she's your half-sister. β
Henry put down the quill pen in his hand, picked up the letter and examined it, and said, "I met Mary a few times when I was still living in Windsor. This is because, Lord Surrey had a marriage contract with Mary. β