I never could get the hang of juggling. Or fire-eating. Sword-swallowing. Jokes - and my singing voice was liable to make a donkey cringe.
So, why was I a jester?
Well, if you come from a long line of jesters - famous jesters at that - and your father hands down his position at court to you, courtesy of a mistimed forward roll through a hoop of flames, - then, at the tender age of 'lucky' thirteen, a boy has to step into his father's very long toed shoes.
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