Quinn Tarra of the Tribe of Antrim.
Madame Cracráil bowed her head politely at the well-wishes and smiled, then made a small step back, while I drew attention via talking: "I am afraid, that I am not the Main Event - that'd be my Grandfather. He is waiting in the Ground Floor Salon, together with the other dinner guests. So..." I smiled at Flemming and then at the delegation. "Let's get inside. Introductions..."
I had to admit, Flemming was well-raised and quite polite.
As Madame Cracráil cleared her throat, drawing my attention to her and her raised eyebrow, I knew, that I had messed up. I looked at her quizzically.
She visibly suppressed a sigh. "My apologies for the foal, Mister Flemming, esteemed guests. This is her first time welcoming guests of state.", she said and I blushed, knowing, that I messed up somewhere along the way. "Nervousness can get the better of everyone in such a situation. Now, lass..." She looked at me with a smile. "...what's the first thing you do when welcoming guests?"
Now it was me, who suppressed something, in my case a groan. Of-bloody-course.
"My apologies.", I said and motioned for someone to come forward, a young man, maybe a year or two younger then me, it would seem, who carried a tablet with shot glasses of water, slightly cooled. "Of course... I forgot this..."
I motioned for everyone to take a glass and raised it. Madame Cracráil seemed satisfied.
"In the name of Sullivan Tarra, Elder of the Tribe of Antrim, I welcome you to Cnockan House.", I repeated, "With this glass of water, which you share with us, you are our guests and under our protection - both of the Tarra-Family and of the Tribe of Antrim." I smiled slightly. "To health!"
"To health!", Madame Cracráil echoed.