May mead run like rivers! I lift my horn of mead and pass another one to the first person I find beside me, a striking warrior named Sir Faramir. "Here, friend! Celebrate with us!"

I have the creeping feeling that Queen Audofleda has made a complete diplomatic blunder and now she's stealing Queen Desdemona's spotlight... or firelight... or whatever... so I think it IS the time to disappear discreetly for the night.

"Good night, fellow revellers! Party on! And remember, the Faire is not over until the Hand to Hand Combat has happened... and maybe then we shall discover who the mysterious handmaiden in drag was. Until then... goodbye!"