Royal FoolRoyal Fool
The keys rattled as the guard walked past my cell. I briefly considered, as I did every time he passed, grabbing for them. I valued my arm, so I didn't try.
I still couldn't get over the dank, reeking room that I occupied a stone shelf, and some damp, green straw. A small bucket for my...'business'. Three times a day a minute amount of water and a bowl of something was pushed under the bars. I could never be sure what I was eating. It doesn't matter though when you only get three small portions a day you learn to eat what's in front of you.
I was a pet, a royal mascot. I amused the king and was able to lightly criticise him, as satirical jokes allowed me to do. My behaviour was excused because, by royal decree, I was supposed to behave that way. Nobody questioned me well, almost nobody. I was "wise enough to play the fool" as had been said. I was usually able to mock and revile even the most prominent without penalty. But the king ha
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