n ancient times from a land far away, there lived a lonesome beast. Known only by a select few, the secret of the 'Jester' has been kept secure and hidden from a world that was not quite ready for it.

Stories and legends were handed down to the younger generations – until recently. The truth has been released. A select few who came into contact with the mighty beast wrote all of their memoirs into a communal diary. Little did they know that one day this very diary would be the backbone and heart that would give birth to Brunswick's newest artists hub: 'Court Jester'.

As it is written, the Jester lived in captivity in the darkest chamber of the deepest dungeon in the notorious 'Zamoc ti Hora', which loosely translates to, 'Castle of the Foot'. The Jester was kept there to entertain small circles of the rich and 'well to do' with his razor sharp wit and his devilish charm.

But the playful old Jester beast was forced to live on nothing but peasants gruel and dirty dish water. His master would have it no other way. So one day the Jester came up with the most cunning scheme to ensure his freedom. He offered to conduct a private show for his master and his first lady in the secluded theatre inside their living quarters...

What was to happen next you may ask?

Well...

The sneaky old Jester beast outwitted his occupier, didn't he? Yes he did! As a part of his act, he offered his audience a taste of his families ancient and most famous soup recipe – chicken kreplakh soup. This is a delicious chicken broth with egg noodles and homemade chicken dumplings. Luckily for the Jester he had found a very dear friend in one of the rich socialites whom he'd entertained in the castle. This man smuggled in supplies for Jester from time to time. So now that the Jester had won the hearts and stomachs of his master and his not-so-fair maiden, it was then when his scheme came into action. He gave both of them a deep, longing hug. But whilst he did this, he put them into a sleeper hold using nothing but his mind and ankle power.

He fled.

Dressed as his master, he fooled the goofy castle guards and passed without struggle or question.

Jester had never known freedom such as this. The choices in food and ingredients seemed foreign. Fraudulent even! The tastes, textures and recipes possible became overwhelming. Jester started mixing this, baking that, stewing the other… He felt like he had been kicked out of limbo and sent to heaven.

It was not long before the master arose to find himself laying softly in bed, stripped of all of his clothes and his dignity. He had been defeated. By the time he had worked out what had transpired, the Jester had long left the village to find refuge in the home of a kind stranger known only to the world as 'Maxcat'.

Maxcat was a local artist who coloured his local village with beautiful tribal chalk drawings. The two became friends instantly. Maxcat shared with Jester his world of art. Jester shared with Maxcat his world of food. Together they travelled the land, sharing with it their love for art and food. Strangers would take them into their homes.

Maxcat and Jester would feed them, sing for them and cover their houses in visual muses of beauty.

The two became infamous. Groups began to follow them across the land. Sampling taste adventures, viewing timeless masterpieces, oh it was swell. This group decided to compile the entire journey of recipes and shenanigans into a reading that would be known for times to come as 'the eternal saga of Court Jester'.

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