[So where are the bride and groom?] Lange leaned out the window, taking in every minor detail. Her powers of observation were unmatched, and she was blessed with a photographic memory. Far in the distance, she noticed unrest in the chief's keep. [What could be the problem...? Eeek!] She had leaned over too far and fell from the window, plunging towards the rows of marching giants. [Hopefully one of them will catch me! Wouldn't that be just magnificent?]