“Are many court jesters also bards?” Linetta questioned.

“Any true jaemythe is,” Cornelius said, as if to
suggest that the best of each must be his kind. He bowed low, his large eyes meeting hers. “‘We are masters of mirth and ancient song,’ so sayeth an age-old verse. For, there are always riddles to be had in the mind and heart of a jaemythe.”