She stopped and leaned out the window. Riders had returned. Picking up her skirts, she ran outside, arriving in the foreyard just as the company crossed through the gate in the earthworks. Other members of the household joined her on the stones, anxious and concerned. Which of the men had not returned this time? She held her breath as Osbrycht trotted in on his stallion, followed by a group of men, some of whom she recognized from the ring-giving. Stable boys darted forward to help the men dismount and to see to their horses. Imma stepped forward and grabbed Osbrycht’s reins. “Where is my lord?” “He is lost,” Osbrycht said, barely sparing her a glance as he alighted from his charger. “Lost!” Imma clutched Osbrycht’s arm as his words shattered against her heart. The world spun around her. “Lost?” She could hardly take her next breath but she forced herself to ask, “How — how did he fall?” “He did not fall,”
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