He lifts his hands, a little helplessly.

"Besides the garlands? Oh, I suppose it isn't all that different in the basics...there were vows, and I stood with Drinian. But it wasn't in a chapel," he remembers. "It was outside, in the orchard, in the springtime, and the trees were all in bloom. Her father married us."

Pauses. "Though that was a little different, I remember. Most weddings hadn't any sort of celebrant, now I think of it."