Isabel did not see John Neville when she came to the courtyard of the Magistrate's Court. She had just wanted to ask where John was, but the question of the homeless people begging from house to house caught her attention. For no other reason, she feared that Dorothy's family, who had been rescued at the Fountain Monastery, would be caught by the security forces and sent to prison.

Governor of the Peace, Saul Morrison, who sat behind a Gothic stand desk for his office, stroked his chin and bushed his beard, looking solemnly at the magistrate's daughter sitting across from him. He frowned and asked softly, "Your Excellency, how could you meet a female exile from the north in your identity?" ”

Isabelle's father, Sir Augustine, was a knightly magistrate under His Majesty's command. In the frivolous words of some nobles, the scope of authority was extended to all aspects of local government and the life of the people, and the knight, who had all the affairs of the place in his hands, large and small, had an interesting nickname: "His Majesty's Handmaid".

Although many of the new nobles from the squires were given knighthood and assumed the position of magistrates, the magistrate was seen by the magistrates, the squires, and a large number of peasants as a respected official who served the king, and his power often created a strong deterrent effect on the locals.

It should be said that Isabelle Walton, the daughter of the county magistrate, was a noble lady of noble status who could be complimented, appreciated and respected. The men who can get acquainted with her and associate with her can only be knights and children of noble families. It was not easy for the gentleman of the country and the eldest son of Yoman to get acquainted with her.

At this moment, the magistrate's daughter asks about a female landless wanderer who is too different from her status, which makes the governor of the peace Saul very curious and incomprehensible. It's incredible that a landless wanderer can get to know the daughter of a magistrate.

Isabel looked at him with a serious look and couldn't help but shake her head, "Thor, do you think it's hard to believe?" You know, a large part of the people employed in my workshop are homeless people, as well as monks and nuns. ”

"Your Excellency, I know what kind of people are employed in your workshop. It's just that this is the first time I've heard of a homeless person who can ask you to take the initiative to ask. ”

"I met this outcast, on my way to Lord Cumberland's Castle, and I thought she and her family were fit to work in my workshop or estate, so I wrote her a letter to her and asked her to take the letter to my father's estate."

"Well, Your Excellency, I have full confidence in your magnanimity and mercy to me. It's just that there are a lot of homeless people in custody and detention these days, and I can't remember if there is this woman named Dorothy and her family. ”

Isabel sighed inwardly, still looking at the Governor calmly, "Thor, you don't have to worry about this matter, I'll take care of it." Then, recalling John's incident, he asked, "Did my godson, John Neville, come to court this morning?" ”

Thor laughed when he heard this, shook his head while laughing, and said, "Your Excellency, as soon as your godson came, he ran into my room and told me directly that he wanted to join the security patrol. ”

"Well, what about later?"

"I said that not everyone can become a security patrol officer, at least learn horsemanship, swordsmanship, bowing, and martial arts." Thor then told Isabel, "Your godson says that he has learned all these knightly martial arts, and that you asked him to come to me and ask to join the patrol. ”

Isabel nodded, "I said something like that, did you agree to his request?" ”

"Your Excellency, when I asked you about the age of your godson, he said that he was 16 years old. However, I don't think he will be over 14 this year. Thor picked up a glass of ale on the table and took a sip, "Your godson is too young, and I'm worried that he'll get in trouble when he patrols the county." Uh, I remember that this godson of yours was the eldest son of a nobleman, right? ”

"Well, his father is Lord Latimer of Yorkshire, and he is indeed the eldest son."

"Later, I said I would think about it, and the matter still needs the consent of the two magistrates." It seems that the dutiful Saul did not favor Isabel's godson.

"You're doing a great job. Later, did John return to the manor? Isabel nodded, and after a moment's thought, she suddenly asked, "Will you be part of the first patrol team today, or will you come back after lunch in the afternoon?" ”

Thor looked up at her, "Yes, Your Excellency. The time and team of patrols are still the rules you set. ”

"Alright, I see, I'm going back to the manor." Isabel thought of something else and immediately stood up.

"Your Excellency, do you need me to send someone to escort you back?" Thor also stood up and walked from behind the desk to the front.

"No need." As Isabel walked briskly out of the Governor's office, she thought to herself, "Did this kid John, go back to the manor, or did he follow the patrol to patrol the county without permission?" ”

From the moment she left the Governor's office, all who met her on the road stood still and saluted her. Isabel only verbally agreed to her thoughts, but she did not dare to stop for a moment towards the stable behind the patrol station. It wasn't until he got on his horse and left the courtroom courtyard and met a man that he put his thoughts aside for a while.

Sir William Frederick, the Magistrate, led a patrol of cavalrymen and sergeants to escort several shackled men back from the north side of the county. Isabel did not bring a single attendant, but stood alone on the left side of the road and watched the approaching procession.

Sir William, whose face was full of majesty, stopped on the road on his horse, supported his right chest with his left hand, took off his hat with his right hand, bowed slightly forward and nodded at the same time: "Good day, Your Excellency." ”

"Good day, Your Excellency." Isabel nodded in greeting, and several cavalrymen and sergeants beside Sir saluted her. At this time, Isabel looked at Sir William on the horse in an anxious but still reserved manner, "Your Excellency, who are these?" ”

Sir William glanced at several men in the procession whose hands were cuffed and their heads drooped, and replied solemnly: "Your Excellency, these are the people who are conducting illegal assemblies in Kirbyshire Village. Because I did not obey the law, I arrested them in the name of His Majesty the King. ”

Perhaps my father's colleagues would have known about the arrest and detention of the homeless, but Isabel asked unhurriedly, "Your Excellency, have you personally participated in the arrest of the homeless until yesterday?" ”