It has been awhile since I attended an interception. My last interception was hosted by the Duc de Bury during a spring equinox. He went through considerable expense, as an inception can only take place in a house built within a house. Otherwise one would not have the experience of containment without the least sense of imprisonment. The outer structure was built of red stone in flamboyant style. Airy. The inner structure was quite cleverly concealed. It had bullseyes for windows. Very post-moyen! The Duc, as host, was dressed, according to protocoll, in his best armour. His wife the Duchesse, Dité de Milo, awaited us in the inner hall. She was dressed in the most luxurious of silks. I still dream of the repast we were served.
A word of advice, should you ever be invited to an interception, wear your most comfortable shoes, you will be on your feet for a very long time. You wouldn’t believe how many steps one climbs in the course of an interception.