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left the courtyard she'd gotten down off the rickety cart, but she hadn't ventured from its side. She must still be waiting for her mistress or master to tell her where to go.
    "Ten ladies, with their noble relatives, twenty-six servants, and one hundred and ten soldiers have arrived," his steward noted
    behind him. "That's two more ladies and their entourages than we'd expected."
    Which one of the nobles did that bright-eyed, brown-haired young woman belong to? Nicholas wondered. She wasn't a servant of the complaining Lord Chesleigh and his beautiful daughter, or they would have chastised her for speaking to an unknown man.
    She'd been amazingly and boldly impertinent to him in a way few women, and no servants, ever were. Indeed, she'd been so bold and intriguing, he'd been very tempted to suggest she join him in his bed. Her bright sparkling eyes seemed to promise passion and desire and excitement.
    He wouldn't have, of course. He'd never in his life seduced a servant. And he certainly shouldn't now, when he was supposed to be wooing a wife.
    Robert Martleby delicately cleared his throat, reminding Nicholas that he was still there.
    Nicholas forced his mind to the issue at hand and turned to face his steward. "In spite of the unexpected arrivals, you've seen to it that all the guests and their servants have been accommodated?"
    "Yes, my lord. We've had to pitch tents in the outer ward for several of the soldiers. I had some of ours join them, so there would be no accusations of poor treatment, and to keep an eye on them, as well."
    Nicholas nodded his approval. "You'll have to find larger quarters for Lord Chesleigh and his daughter. He wasn't pleased with those you assigned him. He thought they were too small."
    Robert frowned and studied the list in his hand.
    "Does that present a problem?"
    "Perhaps I can switch his chamber with that of Sir Percival de Surlepont."
    "That would put Sir Percival's chamber next to mine?"
    "Yes, my lord."
    "Very well. See that the change is made—and make it sound as if that was a mistake that had to be corrected, and that this is some sort of honour to Percival instead of an inconvenience, or being done in response to a complaint."
    "Yes, my lord."
    "Who did Percival bring?"
    Robert's gaze returned to the tablet. "His cousin, Lady Eleanor." He raised his eyes to regard Nicholas. "Apparently he is her nearest male relation."
    "What's she like?"
    "Pretty and modest."
    Nicholas recalled the young women in the courtyard, but no one in particular came to mind. The only two women he could remember with any clarity were that bold maidservant and the haughty daughter of Lord Chesleigh. "How old is Lady Eleanor?"
    "Seventeen."
    He didn't want a girl for a wife, but a woman capable of taking responsibility and leadership of the household. He had no desire to have to deal with a shy, fearful bride on his wedding night, either.
    That impertinent, brown-eyed maidservant with the thick braids down her back, and the little wisps of hair that escaped to dance upon her intelligent brow, wouldn't be shy. His blood warmed as he imagined how she might react if he took her in his arms and captured her mouth with his.
    "Sir Percival assured me her dowry would be substantial, my lord."
    Once again Nicholas commanded himself to stop thinking about that servant. "I've heard the family is quite rich."
    "Yes, my lord, they are, and a sizeable dowry will go a long way toward solving any difficulties..." Robert flushed and let the words trail off when he saw Nicholas's disgruntled expression.
    "We've enough ready coin to get us to Lammas and through a wedding, don't we?" Nicholas asked. "The wool must have brought in something."
    "Yes, it did, my lord, but I must point out that the expense of this... this..."
    "I have to entertain my guests in the style they expect," Nicholas replied as Robert floundered for the word to describe his overlord's method of finding a bride. "I won't have them thinking I'm