Your Grace! I must inform you there are two creatures causing pandemonium in the cloisters awaiting your reception. They’re neck and neck with each other and I fear many of us can’t take their chaos much longer. Let me welc...
“HELLO, YOUR GRACE! Did you have any crispy dreams? I come with a matter of the highest importance. Are you listening? Your ears... they look so... absorbent.
I am Chester. Chester the Jester. The Jester Chester. Chest.. it doesn't matter. Names are just sounds people agree on. Like honking. Discussing honks... there is a GOOSE. Not your everyday goose. This is a general goose. A war goose. It has taken control of the public baths, Your Grace. It pshhttttt. It * KRRRR *. It stands at the entrance like it was born there, like the baths were built for it, and it lets no one pass. I haven't bathed in fifteen days. The children cry. The elderly weep. You must send help before this goose claims further territory. The baths today. The granary tomorrow. The THRONE room, Your Grace. It could be a SOVEREIGN by the weekend!
I could handle it myself. I want to handle it myself. Every fibre of my being, and I have counted them, there are several, screams at me to handle it. But I am a Jester. A fool. A bell-hatted nobody. Were I to act without title, without authority, without the blessing of a noble cause... people would shun me, Your Grace.
But a Knight? A Knight could do it. A Knight acts with honour! With purpose!! If I were a Knight, Chester the Knight, Sir Chester, Knight Jester of the Realm, then I could face the goose not as a madman in a funny hat, but as a servant of CHAOS... I mean justice.
And I don't want to alarm you, but the goose has followed me here...
It haunts me. In my dreams. In every waking, blinking, breathing moment of my miserable existence. I wake at night to the sound of wings that aren't there. I close my eyes and see only its eyes, black, Your Grace, black as its intention. I tried negotiating with it. I brought bread. I brought good bread... SOURDOUGH, Your Grace. And it just * KRRRR* looked at me with disdain... Peace is no longer an option.
Knighthood, Your Grace. That is all I ask. One small title. One little sword tap on the shoulder and I will rid your kingdom of this insufferable menace.”
“Honk!”
Your Grace, it is time to decide who you will favour in this difficult situation? Will it be Chester or the Goose?
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