in the splendid court of my liege, a tale was woven about a young squire who did let the opportunity to learn the noble art of pottery slip by, heedless of the prearrival of a master potter. yet, in his heart, a flame of determination kindled, seeking solutions to mend his ways. with great diligence, he did reconfigure his path, mastering the wheel and clay, proving to all that the label of 'illegitimate' matters not in the face of true skill and passion. his pots, glazed and grand, now grace the halls of the castle, a testament to the power of redemption and the beauty of transformation.