[Charlotte Innes]

     
Well, OK, I tried... First time ever!

T. Foyle Chit-Chats About his Best-selling Book,
Traveling with King Lear: The Final Days

Remember the guy who roamed those windy plains,
the king who howled about his daughters day
and night? An awful bore. He’d run away,
said they were after him. He’d wail, “They’re stains,
stains, on the family name!” (See, I took pains
to write it down each night.) Of course you may.
My name is Foyle. And yes, I had to play
the fool. A horrid job. It never rains
but pours. I was clearing palace drains of leaves
when he heard my name, misheard—like saying suns
for sons. “A fool,” he cries. “See those sheaves
of wheat, all yours.” I’d barely caught my breath—
and I was hired! But he died—er—from the runs.
Thank God. The job could only end with his death.