The banquet proceeds where the pageant has come to an end, where the masque is over, and the princes sit astonished at their own gentility, schoolboys transformed to noble bearded princes, schoolgirls sweep forth like virginal maidens to the hall. Still, at first glance it resembles nothing more than a school cafeteria at some busy lunchtime, but instead of patrolling teachers and grim dinnerladies there are jolly serving-boys and buxom maids to dish out wine and pheasant, instead of harsh jokes and the threat of corporal punishment there is relexation and jokes passed along the table, mixing with the sound of sweet, tinkling music.