King Francis glared at his court jester, Triboulet.
“The Queen does not like the way you mock her and her ladies. You are to leave them alone. If I hear any more complaints, your punishment will be death. C’est compris?”
“Yes, your Highness,” Triboulet responded.
“Good!” the King said emphatically.
A few weeks later, King Francis demanded Triboulet’s presence.
“Triboulet, the Queen has complained again. You’ve been a good jester for many years. I will let you choose how you will die.”
“Good sire, for St. Nitouche’s and St. Pansard’s sake, patrons of insanity, I choose to die from old age.”