However, much to his relief, the music picked up and the dance was called to order. His eyes were drawn to the fancily-dressed and well-groomed griffons gathered at the foot of a simply massive window with five arches at its summit. The iron framing segmented the clear glass into the image of the countryside itself, with a stylised sun and a castle in the background. Handy briefly reflected that it was a shame the glass was not coloured—it would have made a stunning stained glass window in the sunlight. They played string instruments, their dark wooden frames polished to a near mirror sheen. He surprisingly recognized two of the instruments. Two griffons were playing what looked like carbon copy replicas of violins from Earth while another had some strange harp-like contraption. Another had strings on both sides of the instrument and created a deep, bass noise when he played, and the rest of the instruments were unidentifiable.