Christelle nodded and smiled down at the girl. She clapped cheerfully for all the brave little singers, and not so little seeing as Headmaster Tate was a grown man. "Bravo!" she enthused with a little shake of her head and continued her clapping until it reached a slow halt.

"Before you go," she said to the girl who Lord Borr had pointed out to her. "May I have your name? I can search for you once His Lordship has finished giving his speech."