Then music is cued up, and Katralla enters on the arm of some dude that I guess we'll assume is the king. She's wearing some scalloped pink nonsense, and also an even bigger piece of waffle cone, just to show up Jenavia. Everyone kneels, and then the Empress enters wearing the biggest waffle cone of all. Crichton has started to kneel, and the Empress quickly whispers, "Not you," into his ear. I guess they didn't have time for a rehearsal what with all the attempted assassinations. Katralla is led around the room, and touches the hands of the guests as the Empress goes on about sacrifice and compassionate governance and so on. She winds things up by saying, "To question the ability, the sincerity, or the destiny of this union, rise now, and be heard." There's a long pause while half of the guests look around like, "Are you gonna? 'Cause I was, but if you want to go first, that's fine." But nobody speaks up, so the Empress invites them all to stand and "witness the crux of power pass from one generation to the next." Hey, Rygel got all dudded up in pink and red, too. On him it looks...well, okay, it actually looks even goofier on him. The Empress concludes by telling Crichton and Katralla, "You will now be wed." She gives Scorpius a triumphant look, and he hisses to himself.
Crichton and Katralla's hands are bound together with some silk while the Empress lectures them about responsibility. I think we missed most of the ceremony, thank heavens, so at long last the Empress pulls the cloth off their hands, and introduces them to the crowd as "the future Empress and Regent of this great and peaceful civilization." Rygel purrs, "Magnificent, I smell power again," and chortles. Katralla kisses Crichton, and quietly assures him, "Pieces of different kindling often build the strongest fire." Crichton stares into space like he'll file that away to ponder for the next eighty years. Cue the general hugs and well-wishes. Crichton turns to D'Argo and Chiana and asks, "Where was she?" D'Argo advises him to forget about Aeryn.