What a feast was laden on those tables. No-one had spared any labour in preparing the wedding tables. To just call it a feast is really an understatement. Only thing is that the right words just don’t exist. I had all been prepared with love.

Dietfried had surpassed himself in Bier making and everyone agreed that it was not quite but almost, just a smidgen off, as good as what Ekkehard used to make. There was copious amounts scattered throughout the Meeting Hall. No one but no one was going to go thirsty this day. Dietfried had made that promise and he certainly had kept up to it.

There at the centre of the tables in a prominent position was the prepared portions of Schlange. After what had happened they wanted it to be so prominent to remind everyone of the miracle that happened that day. Mind you though you only had to look at Hulderic to be instantly reminded.

Mara had barely left Hulderic alone since that incident and if he was too long out of her sight she would almost panic stricken go hunting for him. People would look at each other and wisely nod their heads. Understandable under these circumstances and surely she would eventually settle and things would, more or less, get back to normal.

The tables were laden with Bratkartoffeln, Bratwurst, Hasenpfeffer (made from fresh Hasen that had been trapped that night), Kartoffelsalat, Pfefferpotthast, Mettbrötchen, Speckpfannkuchen, Rouladen and Sauerkraut. There was actually lots and lots more, so many that it would take pages just to list them.