The domestics must go in search of Isabella, not that they wish to leave their boring duties behind—very funny. I can imagine them all dropping their various garden, kitchen, and guarding utensils where they stood in one simultaneous crash upon hearing the orders and then running gaily after Manfred and the Knights speculating on the horrors that could befall young, helpless, frightened virgin princesses on the run from royal lechers. It reminds me of all the people who came to see two dead ladies in Lyme when Louisa “bonked her bean” in Persuasion.