Two men were getting very drunk during a feast held in a high tower.One of them turned to the other and boasted, "Forsooth and verily, this tower is so high and the winds hereabouts so brisk that you could jump out yon window and yet would you not be killed, for the winds would lift you up and deposit you anon into this very room."
"Fie on you for a foul liar, sir! This is not possible!" the second very inebriated man responded.
"Yet shall I prove what I claim, ere your bery eyes!" the first man insisted. "Do you care to make a wager?"
The second man, quite sure of the bet, put down his coins and watched the first man stand and hand over his own coins to a serving wench.
The first man went to the window, where the second and the wench did follow to watch as he jumped out of the window and fell to his certain death. But nay, 'twas not so! He did fall, but e'en as he neared the ground a great distance below, he slowed and yea, he began to float up, up until he popped in this selfsame window and was standing before the twain.
The second man, amazed, said, "I grant you the winner, sirrah! You have indeed proved your claim! I crave your pardon most humbly for doubting you."
The first man took his winnings from the apron of the serving wench.
The second man looked at the window. "By God that looked like fun, I think I should like to try it mine own self!"
The first man nodded, "'Tis indeed a marvelous thing. Make off with you, honored fellow."
The second man nodded, then launched himself out the window. The man who placed the wager and the wench watched as he fell and fell and hit the rocks at the base of the tall tower and most grievously killed.
The serving wench turned a baleful look on the man at her side. "You sure are a mean drunk, Merllin!"
First posted 11/4/08.
, it's a long story, so if you simply must know, 
1 February 1327 – Teenaged Edward III is crowned King of England, but the country is ruled by his mother Queen Isabella and her lover Roger Mortimer.
, as well as 
Ian Mortimer.