In a realm where stars did dance like sprites on velvet skies, a doughty knight named Sir Geofrey sought not fame nor fortune, but the elusive art of pastry-making. Forsooth, he heard of a legendary tart, said to grant wisdom profound. From castle high, he ventured forth, slaying dragons ‘neath the moon’s pale glow, yet none could yield the fruit so rare required for such confection. Upon a day, he encountered a gnarled witch who, in jest, offered a recipe in exchange for his sword. With glee, he complied, crafting a tart of wondrous taste. At the banquet’s feast, each bite transformed hearts, and in his folly, Geofrey found not wisdom, but joy, as laughter filled the hall, leaving knightly glory far behind.