"Is his majesty not pleased by the celebrations?" the prime minister, star of the night, broke from a distinguished entourage.
The familiar voice came suddenly, Igna sipped at his sight, "Ah, Éclair, the night goes well."
"I think not," the voice lowered, "-master, did something happen?"
"Nothing that would require too much concern."
"Is his majesty not pleased with our decisive win?"
