"My lady?" He peered briefly around to see that all seemed in order, and confusion immediately covered his face. "Take a dozen men and ride out in search of my husband," Emma commanded at once. The steward goggled at her. "But, my lady--" "Now, Sebert. Or all will be lost." Sebert nodded and started to withdraw, then paused and turned back, his gaze moving helplessly to the two men by the fireplace, before flying back to Emma herself. "But my lady, yer husband is dead," he pointed out miserably. Emma rolled her eyes at that. "Sebert, why can you not be like other stewards and listen at doors?" "I..." Sebert drew himself up indignantly, but Emma continued. "Had you done so, you would be aware that I am to marry Lord Amaury de Aneford. Immediately. Before Lord Fulk's cousin and aunt can get here and Bertrand can lay claim to the manor and myself."