"Hiss......" As John Neville slowly drew out the sword that had been crafted by the Greenwich Royal Workshop, even the two maids, who knew nothing about swordsmanship, were stunned by this rare and exquisite item. Of course, Chrissy and Anne Cook's eyes were more focused on the beautiful scabbard that could not be looked at.

"Miss, the pattern on the hilt of the sword is really beautiful. Do you know, what kind of flower? Anne asked Isabel softly.

"Well, that's the Tudor English rose and the French irise." Isabel's gaze was also fixed on the scabbard held in her godson's left hand.

"I see, miss." Anne agreed, and quietly walked behind Madame Sir and whispered a few words in the ear of the maid Chrissy.

John's face, which had been depressed just now, changed very quickly. All the unpleasant things about learning Latin lessons, confessing their sins, etc., were thrown into the fishpond of the Asker manor. Holding the royal saber in one hand and pointing the tip of the sword upwards, he looked at Isabel with great excitement, "Godmother, is this sword ...... Also Lord Surrey... A gift for you? ”

"Of course...... "Of course," a confident smile appeared on Isabel's face, which immediately changed to another face, "It's impossible!" Do you think I'm Lady Surrey, or Duchess or Queen Catherine? ”

"Hey, hey, hey...... I see, this must have been given to you by His Highness. ”

"That's right, this is a gift from His Majesty the King to His Highness. Now, His Highness has given it to me again. ”

Although John had already guessed that the story behind the sword would never be so simple, he was amazed by Isabel's answer. As he put the blade back into the scabbard, he sat down beside him, "Godmother, is this really His Majesty's sword?" ”

Isabel nodded, "I don't think it's wrong. ”

"Godmother, I have heard a rumor that His Majesty is very, very fat, and seems to be suffering from ......," John said at last, not daring to continue.

"Where did you hear the rumors?" The godson's words not only made Isabel curious, but even her mother Antonia seemed interested in listening to them.

John glanced around at the people in the living room, and said a little timidly, "A few months ago, when His Highness was holding a banquet in the castle, I overheard the nobles talking like this. ”

"If Henry VIII's health is really what the nobles say, Catherine Howard will have to show her dislike for her husband by deeds." Isabel thought to herself, looking at her godson, "Well, John, whether the rumors are true or not, you must not tell anyone at will, you know?" ”

"Yes, godmother. Actually, what I want to say is that this royal sword is really His Majesty's? ”

"Huh...? John, do you want to say that the king may not need this sword, and give it to His Highness instead? ”

John laughed innocently, "Yes, body and technique are the two most important things in swordsmanship. ”

Isabel smiled and turned her head to look at William, who was standing behind her, "William, go for a walk in the garden with your nephew and talk about some topics of interest to you men." ”

Because he loved the royal saber so much, John Neville always held the sword in his hand and did not put it back in the sword box. When he heard Isabel's words, he turned his gaze to the other sword that the other party had placed on one side of the cupboard. He opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Godmother, can I use the sword and this sword that Lord Surrey gave you to practice swordsmanship with my uncle?" ”

Isabel glanced at her uncle and nephew, smiled and nodded, "Go ahead, if you break one or two, you can go to the royal workshop and make two more." ”

"I swear to God that I will never break these two swords." John jumped out of his seat and stood in front of Isabel with his chest held high, his eyes looking at his uncle on the right.

"Go, go. Your uncle doesn't have much time to spend with you in swordsmanship. Isabel stood up and waved at the two of them.

"Madame, Mademoiselle, I'm going." William quickly came to Isabel and the Sir Lady to say goodbye.

After William and the two had each taken a sword and left the hall, the Lord Sir called Isabel to her eyes. took her daughter's hand and stroked it gently, "Child, is this sword indeed given to you by His Highness?" ”

Isabel didn't understand what the other party meant, and smiled at her mother, "Mother, this is indeed a gift from His Highness." ”

"Probably this sword was made by the craftsmen of the royal workshop in Gersenwich, right?"

"Yes, Mother, His Majesty the King"

Antonia let her daughter sit in the seat closest to her, and looked at her daughter thoughtfully, "These two gifts from Lord Surrey and His Royal Highness are very valuable gifts, and they are not like ordinary gifts. ”

Isabel smiled and shrugged her shoulders as she guessed the meaning of her mother's words, "I know, what do you want me to do?" Pray to God that the Duchess and Lady Surrey will return to God as soon as possible, and then let me marry two nobles with royal blood? ”

Her words elicited a snickerle from the maids, Chrissy and Anne, and Antonia glanced at the two maids, "Quiet. ”

"Kid, you can't say this kind of joke, not even if you think about it." Then, after taking a sip of cider, he slowly said, "Could it be that Lord Surrey thinks the same thing as His Highness, but out of the generosity of the nobles?" ”

Isabel smiled, "Mother, that's true. ”

Under a clear sky, a cheerful John and his uncle each came to the back garden with two swords. The two stood staring at each other, and John pulled out the royal sword from the scabbard at his waist, "Uncle, let's try it." ”

William glanced at the scabbard at his nephew's waist and grinned, "I don't dare to use Your Excellency's sword to test my swordsmanship. ”

"Uncle, are you worried that your godmother's two stabbing swords will be damaged? Don't worry, the weapons crafted in the Royal Workshop won't be easily damaged. ”

"John, if you really want to practice swordsmanship, we can use a normal bayone."

John looked at him with a sad face, and waved the sword in mid-air with his right hand, "Uncle, what if I inherited my father's title and domain, and went to the south to let the royal workshop make such a sword?" ”

William Parr walked up to his nephew with his arms folded and reached out to pat the other man on the shoulder, "Of course." However, I estimate that Lord Surrey's sword will cost me between £30 and £40. ”

He paused and said in an accentuated tone: "This sword of His Highness is estimated to be more than 100 pounds. ”