The great hall teemed with activity, conducted by the light of candle and torch. Great slabs of meat and bowls of fruit were constantly being brought in, and their remains taken out. Jesters plied their trade in the empty spaces between tables. The King’s hospitality was legend, but it was mere prelude to what the guests knew was to come.
Soon the flames would be extinguished and the room would fall dark and silent, and from keyhole and crevice would emerge the pixies, the sprites, and the Will o’ the Wisps, to perform their aerial dance: the evening’s true entertainment.