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Thaddeus Gubbyns had always been painfully honest since he was a little shit. That kind of honesty that people want to smack him. Others simply called him an asshole and left it at that.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtJAmceiXfT
He spent his days doing what he loved most: telling people the truth, and calling things what they were: 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5mVWpZribL
“Mother, you're already fat enough. You really don't need that second piece of mutton.”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc0WmZt63xM
“Father's drinking again to drown his sorrows, because he can't handle his own emotions."
You see, Thaddeus wasn’t just into “telling it like it is.” He had this annoying habit (and I wanna admit, it was also a rare gift) of seeing through everyones bullshit and blurting it out loud. Mostly because no one else did or dared to. He always said "but I'm just being honest" and took it as a freepass to point out uncomfortable truths, lies and even questioning the status quo at times.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ00MIcbQw39
Even if it pissed people off.
One day, Thaddeus became utterly convinced he’d been personally chosen by the mighty gods of poetry. He shared this revelation generously with anyone who didn’t manage to avoid him in time.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡda6rptZoDO
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According to him, his vocation had come in a vision when he was a sixteen year old; a boy with long greasy hair, with the face of a youngling but covered in oil and acne:85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8fHXen5suD
while sitting on the shithouse during a thunderstorm, a lightning bolt nearly missed him and shattered the privy into splinters while he just sat there, pants down, just doing his business. He lost consciousness as the outhouse collapsed around him. Everything went black at first. But then he saw a light that became brighter and brighter and then like in a wild feverdream, he saw fast paced images of a flaming goat running through a lush green field, a glowing lute in the skies spinning violently accompanied by a choir of monks chanting incomprehensible latin verses but in that moment, Thaddeus just KNEW what they meant.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUFl1tWy9oE
An hour later he woke up, shocked and confused, he stumbled into the stable, dazed, barefoot and probably still steaming, where the goat Hildegard gave him a long, eerie stare while she leisurely chewed on some hay.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIfOWMLOzQh
That, apparently, was the sign. At least, that’s how he chose to read it.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5eq49VMF4g
To bring joy with the truth and a lyre to the people as a kind of angelic minstrel. 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJgYE0vGwvT
“Say no more,” he muttered to the confused goat, then passed out into the manure and bought a lyre the next day with zero musical skills.
Unfortunately, his songs closely resembled what most would call poetic diarrhea.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvJqJ6l0f05
His rhymes stumbled like a drunk knight falling down a long spiral staircase, his un-melodies never fit the sound of his voice, and yet Thaddeus beamed with purpose; much to the suffering of those around him.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ5Ilr4x51I
For in his heart pulsed a divine mission: to speak the truth. Uninvited, unapologetically and loud. And always with the lyre.
His songs became infamous rather quickly, despite their dreadful quality.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT50U1WnU2W
All of Dullmere was soon whispering about the slanderous ballad of Myrtle the baker, whose already odd reputation was now officially sealed as that of a witch.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaMpqCOdwTf
Rumors said she danced naked on Broxenhill during full moons, whispered in tongues into her dough, and occasionally added "ingredients" to her bread that caused hallucinations. She sold them only to those who specifically asked for it if they were "in the know". And Thaddeus, eternal lover of truth that he was, decided to investigate by observing her through the bakery window at night.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh8vjsnPFes
The next day he rhymed: 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuIjoKedMKz
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"Money I gave to thee85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgdD3q5V4SG
Bread you gave to me85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVqyfUxfTpv
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The mayor turned into a chicken in disguise"
Myrtle was burned the next day.
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About the mayor’s incestuous family line when he married his first cousin once removed, though that, of course, "was an official misunderstanding."85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdV9BBVWUgk
Or the bride who claimed to be a virgin, at a wedding Thaddeus invited himself to, where he declared:
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but under your gown, not quite so tight.”
The next day after that performance, Thaddeus was exiled from Dullmere.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGS5Lq4LKVH
They sat him backwards on a donkey and sent him away with a sign around his neck that read: “Banished from Dullmere".
Thaddeus took it as a badge of honor, if people got mad, he had done something right, right? 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU3InTPsDLM
“Hear me, you dull-witted crowd,” he shouted to the angry villagers, “truth only stinks to those who never wash!”
Three rotten eggs, two moldy tomatoes, and a surprisingly heavy brick later thrown by the mayor himself, his wandering began. And with it: the mission to enlighten the world with truth and music; whether it liked it or not.
Over the following weeks, Thaddeus passed through five villages.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8PSGIwlC04
In every single one, he was once again chased out with rotten eggs and vegetables.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLqS9PZFyWi
His songs bore titles such as:
- “Beth’s Cucumber Ritual”: was banned in three villages. No one ever ate cucumber salad again. Ever.
- “The Maid with the Fishy Scent”: she sold trout by day and claimed virtue by night. A few bachelors nodded knowingly, the maid fled the village in tears.
- “In Manure but Never Alone. Memoirs of a Stableboy”: a long instrumental ballad, featuring unsettling animal sounds imitated by Thaddeus himself. Every stableboy in the village was suddenly side-eyed.
Even in a particularly remote women’s convent, he was beaten out of the chapel after just two verses, with a crutch from the abbess. 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnbI1ESNXYQ
“The Nun and the Novice” was apparently not an appropriate opening number.
But Thaddeus didn’t give up. “The divine truth,” he said, while tending to his wounds, “demands sacrifices.”
One day, he arrived in the city of Muzzlehaven.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkmQoEphBRG
The name said it all: speaking required a license, and singing was strictly forbidden.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgTnFjwQ8T4
The first offense meant a slap. Hard in the face.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxM8J00U36n
The second: a stay in the silent dungeon for 2 weeks.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7fa00tks8u
The third: death by hanging.
Thaddeus knew that. But either way, on that beautiful day he stepped confidently into the market square, tuned his lyre (or pretended to), and began:
“In Muzzlehaven no one speaks85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtKoCy1LpfE
for silence is what power seeks85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnDz746tOLK
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truth flies like an arrow’s sting!”
He didn’t get past the second verse. A militia of patrolling silence-guards dragged him away as he loudly protested.
The king of Muzzlehaven, a gaunt and serious man, hadn’t heard open defiance in years. Not surprising, considering everyone kept their mouths shut in fear.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1i1sXFZXiG
Nonetheless, he was impressed by this small man with too much confidence.
When Thaddeus, from his cell, performed a mocking ballad about the royal bald spot, “Fields of Drought”, the king stopped and listened with furrowed brows. Then when the song ended he looked at Thaddeus with his piercing, way too serious stare. And then, suddenly, he laughed. Loudly. For quite some time.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPjSdn5VxVW
Then he shouted, “Bring me this lunatic!”
Just minutes later, Thaddeus stood before the throne. The king examined him like an exotic animal, one eyebrow slightly raised: 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqBCkAckxGQ
“No one dares tell me the truth. Except you.", he started with a serious tone, almost accusatory, "and only because you can’t help yourself. But how do you always know what’s true?” He leaned forward, his eyes sharp like an eagle, judging, never smiling.
Thaddeus gave a small bow: “The truth is, my king, I don’t know. But I seem to notice what others ignore, simply because I never learned how to lie politely. I seem to notice the things people like to cover with parfume and manners. I'm not a cruel man but I'm also not a liar. I simply do not understand the concept of lying since I was born." 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU2ycVim8ar
The king thought for a moment. Then raised his hand.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡttNrXFuqFD
“Very well then. You alone may speak the truth. Therefore, from now on, I name you as my jester of the court.”
Thaddeus fell to his knees: “I thank you, noble king! I swear to never lie and to always rhyme!” Thaddeus remained kneeling, as if he had just been gloriously knighted rather than legally permitted to irritate everyone for a living.
As the official jester, Thaddeus was allowed to say anything, as long as it rhymed and reflected the truth. He finally got a look that fit him well: a colorful jester hat with bells, even on his shoes. And with him: always his trusted lyre.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrFyLerbUPh
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Within a few weeks, he had uncovered five court conspiracies, how the royal wizard has been selling illegal mushrooms on the side that made you see gods or talking to flaming goats, depending on the dosage, and he made the royal cook cry. Several times. 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhHYExBKkxQ
(To be fair, the stew really was too salty, just nobody had the heart to tell her).
The people began to quietly celebrate him. Children repeated his obscene rhymes to the displease of their parents.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVfdzdopYXw
Now as his official status as the minstrel jester of the court, his songs became the conscience of the people; unasked for but utterly necessary. 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ccwImqdxn
He wrote history as Thaddeus, Divine Fool with a lyre. And more than often, the wisest person in the room.
At the end, after a celebration, during a grand feast, he stood on the table, plunked his lyre and proclaimed:
"Simple jester that I am 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxjSmiZlrCX
my words powerful like a ram 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6nXrpnvPqV
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I bring your dark secrets into the light!"
The crowd cheered and raised their glasses. The king nodded quietly with satisfaction and raised his glass in the name of Thaddeus the Divine Fool. 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6tZ4AjmYG5
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And somewhere, in a random stable of Muzzlehaven, a goat bleated peacefully.
