the bottom of the steps. Tall and well-proportioned, the man had an air of
belonging about him that immediately annoyed Amaury. This was to be his castle, after all.
No one but he should be so comfortable here.
You are? Amaury drew the words out dangerously.
Lord Rolfe Ken wick. He gave a slight nod. Lady Emmas cousin. And soon to be your
cousin-in-law. He grinned slightly as he added that last sentence, knowing instinctively
that while de Aneford hadnt refused, he most likely wasnt comfortable being ordered to
marry.
I have had a long trip, Amaury said now. I wish refreshment.
Plenty of time for that, Rolfe said cheerfully. The servants are busily preparing a repast
even as we speak. However, at the moment, the bishop and my cousin are waiting patiently
at the church. You took longer than expected.
Amaury shifted guiltily at those words, aware he had dallied as much as possible. That
guilt was the only reason he allowed Rolfe to urge him back down the stairs. I came soon
as I got the order, Amaury
muttered, glaring at Blake as if daring him to refute his words.
Coughing into his hand to hide his amusement, his friend remained silent and fell into
step on Amaurys other side as they crossed the bailey. The hundred or so men who had
accompanied them, soldiers who had followed him into battle on countless occasions and had
elected to remain with him on hearing that he was to have his own manor, fell into line
behind them.
Tis sure I am you did. Quite sure, Rolfe commented dryly, patting him once more on the
back. I, of course, reassured my cousin of this. Several times this afternoon as we
waited, he added a bit archly, then paused and turned to face Amaury as they reached the
crowd of black-bedecked servants crowded around the church. Treat her well, or I shall be
forced to kill you.
His tone was so cheerful as he added that last thought that Amaury was left gaping after
him as he moved through the people who even now were parting to allow them a path to the
church.
I believe you have been warned, Blake commented dryly as he watched the other man join the
bishop and the woman at the door of the church, then his eyebrows rose. Good God, she
looks all fit for a funeral.
Amaury peered at the woman in question, and his jaw dropped once more.
Well, at least she is not large... or rake-thin, for that matter. She appears quite
voluptuous, in fact, Blake commented, looking again at the petite, rounded woman, then
grimacing at the black gown and veil she wore. However, it does appear I was wrong about
her being eager. Think you she actually loved Fulk? He glanced at his friend. I suggest
you close your mouth, my friend. I fear you are in danger of swallowing a fly.
Amaurys mouth snapped shut and he uttered between clenched teeth, What is this? A joke?
Black to our wedding? Waiting at the church? Have I lost my
My lord, the bishop called impatiently from the front of the church, frowning in
disapproval. Do not tarry.
The woman, who had stood with her back to them up until then, turned now to peer curiously
at them, giving them a fleeting glimpse of her black veil before she turned swiftly away.
She must be truly ugly, Amaury. Mayhap that is why the rush to wed you. This way youll not
get the chance to see her face before you are wed.
Amaury swallowed grimly and considered simply mounting his horse and riding away, then
stiffened his shoulders. Get a hold of yourself, man, he ordered himself grimly. Think of
the manor. Sighing, he straightened and moved through the crowd, feeling like a man on his
way to the gallows.
Emma forced herself not to turn again. She had spied several strangers standing at the
edge of the crowd. They had stood out next to her own people, who were in their solid
black garb. Her husband could have been any one of them, but judging by their stance and
carriage, she knew that he was one of the two