When you say Emperor Sigismund, everyone imagines an obnoxious red fox, an angry old man who was only thinking about how to hurt someone. But it wasn't like that. Sigismund liked to laugh, even tear up, and I, his court jester Boro, must know something about that. But I have another story to tell.
In 1422, on a trip to Germany, I was taken to a Hussite prison. This, with forgiveness, rabble knew very well who I was and wanted to exchange me for a good sum of money. I was dragged with them in chains through the countryside until we reached the city of Brno, which the Hussites besieged.
But the Brno team didn't give up. They relied on their strong walls and underground passages through which food and other necessities flowed into the city. They were so confident of the walls that they pointed their bare buttocks, with forgiveness, at their enemies.
The Hussites therefore decided to take the town by trickery. Through messengers they secretly arranged with a certain councillor, Haas, who promised to open the city gates for them in return for money. To help the city and at the same time to save themselves within its walls was worth all the danger. I entertained the prisoners all evening with my jokes. In return, they took off my chains for the night. When they were completely, forgivingly, drunk asleep, I quietly slipped out of my tent and then ran as fast as I could.
With the help of some good people, I got to City Hall the very next day, where I told the City Council everything I had learned. And then it went from there. Haas confessed under torture and the people of Brno beheaded him for his treason. It was then displayed on the walls so that the enemy could see that Haas' treachery had been exposed. The head was then placed in the wall of the town hall as a warning, where it soon petrified to the surprise of all.
And the stone head, hard as Haas' treacherous heart, still stares out from the wall of the town hall.
