The Fool set off along the path to the tavern, Qfwfq bounding at his heels. Soon they came to a clearing in the woods in which stood an ancient inn. It had walls of weathered yellow stone and a thatched roof. Outside, a sign swung in the breeze, while from the inside came a muted sound of conversation and the clink of glasses.  Qfwfq seemed particularly interested  in the sign. He tugged at the bottom of the Fool's trouser leg in order to get him to study it more closely, but the Fool was intent on entering the tavern. Inside, a throng of merry-looking people were drinking, talking and playing darts.  The Fool pushed his way to the bar. "How can I help you?" asked the landlord, while polishing a glass. "Err... I'd like some ale. Err... that is if..." the Fool broke off because he was unsure how much a drink might cost.

The landlord immediately realised the problem. "A bit short of money today are you?" he asked kindly. "Well, I always try to help any passing travellers, however poor they may be. Do you have a cup?"
	"A cup. Why, no... But yes! I do!" The fool unrolled his pack and drew out the chalice. The landlord took one look and drew back in surprise. "Well, why didn't you say? I'd be glad to share a drink with the owner of such a cup as that."

A short while later, the Fool was feeling extremely mellow. The dour Workforce Bitter was strong, and the atmosphere in the tavern was very relaxing. Even Qfwfx seemed sleepy, having insisted on a saucer of ale for himself. "Do you know any way in which I could earn some money?" asked the Fool, as the landlord poured him yet another drink. "I want to go the fair."

"You might be in luck today," came the reply. "See old Augustus over there in the corner? He sometimes gives money to people he likes the look of. But you'd better be prepared to answer some of his questions. And be warned - they can be very difficult."

The Fool looked towards the place indicated by the landlord.  Sitting in a large chair was a stern-looking man with a long white beard. He wore a red robe over what seemed to be a suit of armour. On his head was a gold crown set with jewels, and he held a golden rod in one hand and a glowing orb on the other. All in all he seemed a very imposing and frightening figure. Nevertheless, the Fool went up to him.

"I am Augustus," said the man, looking very grim. "What do you want with me?"

"I hear you might give some money to someone who can answer your questions." replied Fool nervously.

" I see," said Augustus. "And would you spend it wisely?"

"I err... wanted to go to the fair."

"The fair, indeed! Very well. I will give you enough gold pieces to enter the fair and to enjoy all the attractions there, so long as you can answer all my questions. But if you fail then you must return home."

"I'll try my best, although I know very little," said the Fool.

"Then listen carefully. You only need an answer to the first of these questions right now - it will allow you to reach the entrance to the fair. You will need the answers to the other two questions later on, after you meet Victoria. One. Whose impression of a moped became an annoying thing? Four..."

"Four?" interrupted the Fool. "What happened to questions two and three?"

"Just listen. Four. What is like a pyrrole with thirty-three instead of seven?  Five. Who began a speech with the words 'Friends, Romans and countrymen, lend me your ears.'? "