"You're certainly drunk," Lesgle murmurs, in case confirmation is needed. He'll vouch for it like any loyal friend! But wait, what are they talking about? "Oh! Yes, the cat--I swear on anything you like to name, Feuilly--on Poland--that there was a pink and gold cat. Do be careful not to let the dogs chase after her?"

Feuilly is, by this point, rubbing his forehead and making well, you'd better tell me about it noises, all very encouraging, so Bossuet takes up the story.

"Horrible creatures, plenty of them. But also--did you know this?--also an unexpected number of sumptuous pavilions. And, erm--" Ahem. He glances over at Joly. Maybe they shouldn't mention the naked ladies on white palfreys?