Shortly after 3 p.m., Isabel and her manor guards left Sheriff Hatton Castle and marched north to Richmondshire. When the group reached the village of Farringdon, the first village after going north, she saw Sir William Ingleby always following her and broke the silence between the two, "Sir, I remember that your Ripley's Castle is to the west of His Highness's Castle, and it takes more than two hours to ride here, right?" ”

Sir William nodded back, "Yes, Miss Isabel, you are familiar with the place north of Yorktown. ”

"Well, sir, the time to come and the time to go back add up to nearly five hours. What do you think you can do with that more than half a day's ride? ”

"Miss, you mean to say that it can be used for hunting, falconry... Practicing swordsmanship? ”

Sir William, who had always been stubborn and preferred to live in a castle like a fairy tale, seemed to have woken up a little. He can't be blamed for that, though. When William's father left him to become a monk in a convent, he grew up in Ripley Castle under the care of his grandmother. It can be said that he and his grandmother lived an almost isolated life in the castle.

In addition to going to the private chapel opposite the castle to receive basic literacy education from the family priest, the rest of the day was spent alone in the garden on the shores of Lake Ripley, accompanied by a manservant. Neither his father, who was a knight, taught him the art of knighthood, nor did any noble lady teach him knightly manners, chess, poetry, and so on, the basic skills needed to be in the upper class of Yorkshire, or to be friendly with a noble lady.

Everything he knew came from ancient books, from the mouths of his grandmother and the family priest. Fortunately, an old aristocrat like him, who rests on his laurels, meets Isabel, who is transcendent in this era and this world. Little by little, the rigidized mind machine began to work.

Such a young and old-fashioned traditional aristocrat is of no use to some utilitarian aristocrats. Even if he goes to the battlefield, I'm afraid he will be a little knight who will not have outstanding records. However, in Isabel's eyes, the young and short-sighted Sir William bears a resemblance to her best friend of the country boys in the small town of Dallas. Therefore, she still intends to help him, at least to make him eligible for the knighthood that has been passed down from the Ripley family.

Isabel propped her left hand on her thigh, and her right hand held the reins of the horse, looking at the somewhat rustic country knight and nodding with a smile, "Sir, it seems that the last sword competition still had some results, right?" ”

Sir William smiled sheepishly, "Miss, after you left my castle, I couldn't understand why you could defeat me. ”

"Didn't you say that, sir? I'm a powerful witch. ”

"I'm sorry, miss. I... I didn't have much education and didn't know much about Yorkshire and Northern society as a whole. ”

Isabel shook her head, "Sir, it's okay. As soon as you step out of Ripley's Castle, you will find that there are many bigger castles outside, as well as more knights and nobles waiting to get to know you. ”

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After spending some time on the road with Sir William, Isabel led the guards back to her father's manor after dinner that afternoon. I hurriedly ate a simple dinner, and after a short rest, I returned to my room. The question she was now thinking about was how to write an anonymous letter in the tone and handwriting of an ordinary Protestant.

First of all, paper, ink, fire paint, and seals should be replaced with very coarse, inexpensive ordinary items. Second, the content of the letter does not show that the person who wrote the letter was highly educated. Finally, the handwriting is, of course, to imitate the handwriting of those who have only a basic education. It is better to have sloppy handwriting and irregular handwriting, so that it is impossible to trace it to her head. Of course, there is also the person who delivers the letter to find an ordinary person who can ride a horse and will not attract attention at all.

Taking off her straitjacket and riding boots, and taking off her belt and sabre, Isabel paced barefoot back and forth in the large room, and when she looked at Anne Cook, the valet standing in the corner of the room, she smiled and ordered, "Anne, what have you been studying with Dorothy in the church lately?" Still learning Latin? ”

Anne, dressed as a maid, smiled and replied softly, "Mademoiselle, not only in Latin, but also in English, French, and theology. ”

"Well, that's good. So, what about basic reading and writing? ”

"Yes, miss. Dorothy, Chrissy and I, along with the other maids, practiced reading and writing every day. ”

Isabel walked up to Anne with her arms folded and smiled as if she cared about her studies, "Anne, let me see what you all wrote. ”

The maid Anne said yes and left the room, and when she returned to Isabelle's room, she had some paper, a quill and a small jar of ink. These were exactly what Isabel needed, and she sat Anne at her desk and asked her to write theological aspects in Latin, French, and English.

Anne then wrote on plain paper some of the theological aspects of the Bible she had learned. After writing a piece of paper in English, Isabel picked it up and looked at it carefully. Ostensibly she was looking at what Anne was writing, but in fact she was studying the traces that Anne left behind in the process of writing. For example, the weight of the handwriting, the size of the letters, and the unequal height of the lines are characterized by the characteristics of the pen.

Later, she asked the maid Anne to bring Dorothy, the maid who was accompanying the Lady of Jazz. Have Dorothy write the same words on the same paper, with the same quills. Anne and Dorothy, the rustic country women, just thought she wanted to see how they were studying. Unbeknownst to her, Isabel was studying the physiognomy of the two men, and she was going to combine their handwriting to create a hybrid handwriting.

At night, Isabel sat alone at her desk, and read the letters that Catherine Holder had written to herself, in the light of the oil lamp. After reading it, he began to imitate the handwriting of Anne and Dorothy according to what they wrote.

When the time came at 2 o'clock the next morning, an anonymous letter exposing Queen Catherine's imprudent behavior before marriage was finally written. The letter paper was rolled, the seal was dripped, and a penny coin was stamped on the unsolidified paint.