The reception is about what Darius promises: a seemingly endless line of nobles, notables, emissaries, dignitaries, and simple yet fortunate commoners filing past to pay their humble respects.  Most give their names.  Some give their titles.  A few, generally commoners, are so overwhelmed with the honor of meeting royals...<em>divine</em>royals...that they can do little more than bow wordlessly.<br/><br/>At long last, the line dwindles.  Darius returns to escort his younger siblings to supper.<br/><br/>"Well?  Was it truly horrible?"  He laughs good-naturedly.  "I see they let a few ordinary people in this time.  That's good.  By such tricks, one retains the life-long loyalty of the people.  If any of you haven't, I'd suggest developing a good memory for names."