The Duchess hands Isaac's sword back to you, hilt first. Then, from the table, she takes an honest to god drinking horn and shoves it into your other hand.

"Then, as this noble house's first command..."

A bit of hoarseness slips into her voice, but the Duchess soon straightens it out. "...I ask you, Dame Anderson, to feast and drink with us, that we may usher my brave son into the next world!"

She raises a drinking horn of her own. "All glory to the victorious Sinclair, who fought with honor and loyalty, and strove for our family's future to his last breath! Waes-sail!!!!"