From the assorted courtiers and rabble a voice yelled out.  "No!  You tell her!  But only in act threeeeee!"  As the guards dragged a purple coated jester with jangly bells in his cap before the queen.<br/><br/><strong>"Your majesty, do you forgive, do you forget?" </strong>He asked, in a position more of cowering than of kneeling, and accedentally ommiting to say anything about her wisdom.