Sir Serené sat in the halls as many of the inhabitants gorged on chicken and bread and wine.
He fingered the lyre wishing for a chance to play, it was as the jesters, who had been juggling and muttering crude poems had left the stage, and the guests became rowdy, that Sir Serené took to the stage.
"My dear friends and people I have never met in my life and people I have seen a little, but not spoken to much, but would love the chance to... let me treat you to a small poem played much in my halls," Sir Serené strummed the lyre and immdiately began:
"Fair maiden young,
Thine sweet breath upon my neck,
Loveth me so,
And with heartful vigour,
We shall be in love!
Oh but what is this knife
Thou plungeth into mine back
Take it out! Take it out!
How I cower in my chambers,
And spend the night so crying as to make grown men laugh
And sweet women nod their pretty heads.
For look here how thou hath left me,
So broken and wounded I shall not be removed
From what shall be my grave,
Lest thou seeth me and say to I,
"So sorry be I,
For surely I have wronged you,
When I slept with your brother!"'
The crowd erupted in laughter as the Knight finished his verse.
"Sweet friends, it is a pleasure, and I wish all the greatest of luck, but I should play more if you would allow it?"
He saw the Princess at the back of the room and the Knights heart filled with joy as she smiled at him. Oh he must wed her!