I let him gush to himself, and continue looking out towards the doors of the castle-palace. The crowd continues to build over the minute or so that passes before I hear the trumpeting of brass horns, followed by a loud proclamation in that same foreign language, possibly announcing the arrival of these foreign leaders. I think I can hear the Princes’ names in there too, transliterated in a bizarre enough way to cast doubt on what I heard. The crowd falls silent at the announcement. Taking a breath, I brace myself for what’s about to come, though the slight tremble from all this tension refuses to leave.