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"He's in Dürnstein Castle. Eleanor is raising the ransom."
"But, Doctor," complained Jean, "I want to be legendary. My father was legendary."
"We look vaguely alike. Let me briefly be Blondel. I'll see what I can do."
The Doctor returned to the tavern two days later, singing Ja nun hons pris. "What news?" cried Jean.
"Eleanor has paid up. Richard thinks you warbled under his window. Oh, here's your lute back."
"How can I ever repay you?"
"Write Onques maiz nus hom ne chanta for me."
"How will I find you?"
Departing, the Doctor promised, "Your song will find me."