"Dear illustrious maiden, whose beauty is unrivalled by neitherDear illustrious maiden, whose beauty is unrivalled by both Gods and mortals, I wish I could remain in your company for eternity, but I must be away now, for I am off to the gaols, to interrogate a Saracen for information on the Holy Grail. It is said that the Saracen's greatest susceptibility are tummy rubs, and that after nought but 10 minutes of tummy rubbing they squeal their gravest secrets and evince all you wish to ken. Ill attempt to return by dinner my love, this shan’t take long."