You gain entrance to the King and thank him for letting you out of the tower.

“Think nothing of it,” the King replies. “We would do as much for any villain. We like your spirit and, though your story makes as much sense as a dancing mule, it brought laughter to our eyes. You have, without meaning it we are sure, performed a service for your King. We thank you.

“We’ll see that you have a horse and some pieces of gold,” the King continues. “Go and make your fortune. We command you though – come once a year and tell us a story no less amusing than what we have heard from your lips.” “My lord,” you say.

“My excellent vassal,” he replies.

You ride off, somewhat apprehensive, but intent upon making as much of your life as is possible in the year 982.