"Hear, hear," Cuthbert says, and it's more than a little grim. He turns to Susan. "Alain and I had some thoughts about that, and we've talked them over with your - with Caspian, here. There's a bit of a tradition we've kept over the last ten years or so, and if you'll allow, we'll keep it with you, tonight."

Susan eyes him. "Say on, 'Bert, do." Her glance travels over all of them. "Or one of ye should, anyway."