It was a mistake to have the reception for your wedding at Camelot. Carlotta frowned at the rowdies—her new husband’s relatives, of course, while the musician and professor were hers. But the rowdies weren’t the worst of it—the worst was the stampede of villains wearing armor. Her new husband, who was a whisperer, couldn’t be heard above their battle cries. Apparently some hapless city slickers had set the knights off, and the genuine linen napkins weren’t making good truce flags.
Other than that, the reception wasn’t going too badly.