He\'s a trickster, a player, a jester.
Between the quests of fat counts, witch-hunters and scheming queens, Tyll dances his mocking fugue; exposing the folly of kings and the wisdom of fools..
As a travelling entertainer, his journey will take him across the land and into the heart of a never-ending war.
A prince\'s doomed acceptance of the Bohemian throne has European armies lurching brutally for dominion and now the Winter King casts a sunless pall.
In the courts he will trick the heads of state.
On the battlefield he will run faster than cannonballs.
In the mines he will defy death.
When he comes out, he will never be the same.
Tyll will escape the ordinary villages.
He practises by the mill, by the blacksmiths; he practises in the forest at night, where the Cold Woman whispers and goblins roam.
He\'s practising.
Tyll Ulenspiegel is here!In a village like every other village in Germany, a scrawny boy balances on a rope between two trees.
His handshake\'s like a pact with the devil, his smile like a crack in the clouds; he\'s watching you now and he\'s gone when you turn.
He\'s a trickster, a player, a jester
