Short tales.
Was thinking about it and comparing those episodes of his day with the monotonous life of the convent, when behind a fence that saw his right was the rarest spectacle imaginable. Four legs covered with tight stockings and long boots harlequin colors of twisted points on the feet, moving to the beat without the bush allowed to see the bodies belonging invested those limbs. Approaching cautiously Roger heard the sounds of a flute and grew around the fence about his surprise at seeing two young men who, without great difficulty seems to be held upside down on the grass and playing flutes paths, while imitating the feet of dance movements. Roger made the sign of the cross and was tempted to run away, but in that moment he discovered the musicians, who immediately approached him jumping on their heads, like those of flint and not of flesh and bone. At Roger few paces, turned their bodies those rare dancers, and posing feet on the ground effortlessly assumed its normal position and moved forward smiling, hand on heart, in the attitude of acrobats or clowns greeting the the public.
-Be generous, my prince, said one of them tending a gallon cap picked it up.
Hand-pocket, handsome young nobleman, said the other. We accept all kinds of money and in any amount that is, from a bag of ducats or a handful of double to a single farthing, if you can do more offering.
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