NORWEGIAN PART
The juggler
“This is the last time I will give in to the prince,” he told the king. “I know I am not the most respected here, but I am your oldest and only friend.” “Stanczyck, I know he is arrogant and rude, but he is my only son, and your future king. My time will soon come to an end, and there is no one but him that is capable of taking over for me,” the king boomed. “Sire, I am well aware of his position in the court, and what he means to our people, but I demand being respected, even by that little git!” The king pushed himself out of his chair, staring angrily at Stanczyck. “You do not call my son a bastard! No one disrespects me or my bloodline. You will leave now, and return when you are ready to apologize!” Stanczyck tried to think of a good reply, but in his anger all he could say was: “Good luck finding a new jester for tonight, especially when they all came to see me.” “You will perform tonight Stanczyck” the king said with a voice so cool every guard in the room froze in fear. But the jester did not back down. “Honor thy king Stanczyck,” the king finished. “Whatever you say milord,” the jester hissed and walked out of the room.
Later that night Stanczyck performed for all the foreign nobles that visited the king yearly. After he was done, he bowed for applause and started to collect his equipment. He looked up and saw the prince walk toward him. “Stanczyck! What a great show you performed for us tonight!” The prince´s high voice drew attention, people started to look his way. “But clearly I have seen you do better. Like that time you fell in the piggy dam!” Stanczyck tried to keep his anger. “That was not a performance your Highness.