There came a time when a bard, the justly named Mighty Jam Spoon, betook himself to the public square and sang his ode of history, telling the legend of a young, privileged prince who grew from the chaos and squalor of youth to become a mighty king himself. The ode of history is long, and the bard has so far sung only the first stanza, yet the citizens of the public square, many of them the homeless peasantry, sat enraptured through the tale.