Isabel Walton, who was considered a member of Sir Augustine's family by the groom's son, removed and put away the coats that protected the horses' waists in the courtyard outside the stables, and then equipped each horse tied to the stakes with armatures, water straps, muzzles, and bridles.

Next, skillfully begin to place the sweat pad on the horse's back and prepare the saddle. Finally, straighten out the saddle parts such as belly straps, belly strap buckles, and buckle leathers while checking whether the saddle is properly placed.

Yule watched her curiously as he cleaned the stables. After Isabel finished preparing the horses, she noticed the strange gaze of the young man and waved at Yule, who was standing not far from the door of the stable.

When Yule came over with a broomstick, she smiled and said, "Hey, Yule, can you tell me if I wore the wrong clothes this morning that made you so focused on me?" ”

Yule's face flushed slightly, and he said timidly, "No, ma'am. I just think you look good in the clothes of the lord's squire. It looks even better than the male knight squires before the lord. ”

"Boy, your mouth is very sweet, and you can pursue the girl you like. But why do you call me 'Madam'? Am I very old to you? ”

"No, no, no, you're so young and pretty. I don't know why Miss Euphemia thinks of you as Miss Rosalind who died three years ago, but you do look like her. ”

Jule continued, "One thing you may not know, if Miss Rosalind had not died, I suppose she was now married to Lord Darlington's eldest son, the Venerable Joseph. ”

Isabel used his linen pockets to pack the cavalry gear and tied it behind the saddle, and fastened two swords to the left front of the saddle, and said curiously: "Yule, how do you know about the inner workings of the Sir family, you work in the stables?" ”

"Three years ago, the eldest son of Lord Rosalind used to accompany Miss Rosalind on horseback riding, and sometimes they would return to the stables in cheerful conversation while riding. So, I can tell the relationship between the two from the attitude between them. ”

"Thank you, Yule, for letting me know that there is such an interesting story about Rosalind when she was alive."

A few minutes later, Augustin Walton, dressed in a new pair of quasi-lancer gear and wielding two other long and short knightly swords, was guided by a servant carrying an oil lamp into the courtyard outside the stables.

After the groom's son, Yule, and the new knight's squire saluted him in the light of the oil lamp, Sir said to his squire, "Isabel Walton, can you adapt to the weather here?" ”

Isabel stood in front of Jazz with her hands behind her back and whispered, "Sir, you mean the hours of daylight here, right?" ”

"Not bad. Even though the sun doesn't come over until the afternoon, people don't let that stop them from working. ”

"Yes, sir. Sir, please mount. ”

"Alright, let's get out of here."

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When two maroon, slender horses of Arabian horse pedigree galloped towards Nottingham Castle in the dark of night, the castle's owner, Henry Fitzroy, unexpectedly left his noble bed.

Without the urging of his governess, Abraham Grant, or the presence of his butler, Arthur Field, to come into the room and open the curtains for him, and to order the valet to dress him, Henry had gotten up half an hour early to bed today.

The red-haired Henry sat alone on the edge of the bed, looked carefully at the French clockwork that was placed on the bedtable with his eyes open, and said proudly, "I got up so early today, probably Mr. Grant will never be able to say anything more." ”

"At this time, Sir and Isabel should be out of his fiefs."

"Why am I feeling a little excited today? Is it because of the upcoming surrender ceremony for Isabel, or because you want to see her sooner? ”

"Probably both. Well, Isabel Walton, what a curious young, beautiful woman from the Principality of Andorra. If I can get my father's consent, I would be very happy to have her my wife. ”

"But I was only 15 years old, and according to Catholic law, I couldn't get married until I was 18 years old. Why don't you get engaged first? ”

"Even if you can get engaged, it seems that you have to get your father's permission."

"But will my father approve of me marrying her?"

While His Royal Highness the young and wealthy Duke was alone in deep thought, his "dream girl" had followed Sir Augustine to the gates outside Nottingham Castle.

While the janitor opened the door, Sir said to the lady-in-waiting, who was on a horse, "Isabel, you don't have to follow me when I go to see Your Highness. ”

Isabel promised, "Yes, Sir." Sir, what else do I need to do after I've wiped your armor and sword clean, and fed the horses? ”

"There's a lot more that needs to be done. After this is done, I also need you to go to Sir Ferguson Congreve of the Guards, learn from him, and begin to familiarize yourself with the work of the Guards. ”

"Understood, sir."

Henry had Eugene dress him in his room, and after wiping his face and hands, he said to Arthur, the butler who was standing aside, "Well, you go and tell Mr. Grant that I am waiting for him in the study." Also, when Sir Augustine came, he let him come to his study. ”

As Augustine's second daughter, Euphemia, warned Isabel, people in this era usually did not drink water. Almost all the aristocrats, including Henry, only drank a large amount of wine from France when they wanted to drink water.

After the valet Eugene poured a large glass of red wine for Henry, Henry took several sips before being accompanied by Eugene from the bedroom to the study on the first floor of the castle's main building. A few minutes later, Arthur, the butler, came in and reported to him, "Your Highness, Teacher Abraham Grant has arrived. ”

Henry, who was sitting behind his desk, casually said, "Let him in." ”

When the Abraham Grant scholar came to the study to salute, he noticed that Henry seemed to be in a good mood. Walking to Henry's side, he said with a smile on his face, "Your Highness, what is the reason for you to get up earlier than me today?" ”

Henry said happily: "Today I intend to hold a surrender ceremony for Isabel Walton. ”

Abraham had already learned a lot about Isabel from Henry. Then he mused, "Your Highness, I don't think you will forget that Miss Walton once killed one of your servants. Do you really believe her? ”