TWO DAYS AFTER my arrival, Baldwin announced a great feast at court, with counts, knights, and other noble-born invited from all over the region. The duke knew how to waste what had been earned by his poor serfs.

I was instructed by the lord's chamberlain that I would be a main act at the festivities. Baldwin's wife, the lady Heloise, had heard of my audition and was eager to see my act.

This would be my first real test!

The day of the gathering, the entire castle bustled with activity. An endless army of servants wearing their finest uniforms, tunics of the same purple and white, marched dishware and elaborate candelabras into the great hall. Minstrels practiced on the lawn. Giant logs were loaded into the hearths. The luscious aroma of roasting goose, pig, and sheep permeated the castle.

I spent the day polishing my routine. This was my coming out, my first real performance. I had to shine, to remain in Baldwin's good graces. I juggled, twirled my staff, practiced my flips back and forth, went over my tales and jokes.

Finally, the evening of the feast was at hand. Nervous as a groom, I made my way to the banquet hall. Four long tables filled the room, each covered in the finest linen cloth and set with candelabras engraved with the duke's lion shield.

Arriving guests were greeted with a flourish of horns. I sauntered up to each, announcing them with playful epithets. His bawdiness, the duke of Loire, and his lovely niece, er...wife , the lady Kate. It was all meant to trump the husband and praise his wife, no matter how plain she might be. Everyone played along.

Only when the room filled did Baldwin and his lady, Heloise, make their entrance. One glance made it obvious to me that Baldwin had not married for looks. The couple waded through the room, Baldwin hugging and joking with the men, Heloise curtsying and receiving lavish praise. They took seats at the head of the largest table.

When their guests were all seated, Baldwin stood and raised a goblet. Welcome, everyone. Tonight we have much to cheer. The court has been enriched by a new flock. And the arrival of a fool from Bor俥. Hugh will make us laugh, or else.

I have heard my husband's new pet is quite the rage, Lady Heloise announced. Perhaps he will set the tone with a few jests.

I took a deep breath, then I hopped around to the head table. I'll do my best, my lady.

I scampered toward her but then threw myself into the lap of a fat old man seated down the row. I grinned, stroking his beard. I would be honored to perform for you, Your Grace. I...

Here, fool, Lady Heloise called. I am over here.

Gads. I shot out of the man's lap. Of course, my lady. I must've been blinded by your beauty. So much so, I could not see.

There was a trickle of laughter.

Surely, fool, Lady Heloise called, you did not have the crowd shouting your name the other day with such mild flattery. Perhaps it is I who am blinded. Is that Hugh I see there or Palimpost?

The room chuckled at the hostess's wit. Even I bowed, warming to the challenge.

At the end of the table, a potbellied priest was sucking down a mug of ale. I hopped onto the table in front of him, plates and mugs clattering. There's thisone , then.... A man went to a priest to confess his many sins. He said he had much to share.

The priest looked up. To me?

We'll see, Father, how you feel about it at the end. First, the man confessed he had stolen from a friend, but added that this friend had stolen something back of equal value. `One thing cancels out another,' the priest replied. `You are absolved.'

It is true. The priest nodded.

Next, I went on, the fellow said he had beaten the man with a stick, but had received equal blows in return. `Again, these both cancel each other out,' the priest replied. `You owe God nothing.'

Now this penitent sensed he could get away with anything. He said there was something else to confess, one more sin, but he was too ashamed. When the priest encouraged him, he said. `Once, Father, I had your sister.'

`My sister!'the priest bellowed. Th............