The old man had taken Jonathan to a big castle, where a friend of him lived. It appeared to be the mighty Elven king Indoral.
When they arrived, people immediately shouted: "IT'S GANDALF! GANDALF IS VISITING US!!" and let them in.
"Fools... I'm not Gandalf..." the old man mumbled.
When they were inside the castle, the old man said: "Jonathan, you stay here, and do not touch anything. I'm going to find someone that will make you able to express all that creative thinking of yours."
Jonathan heard the Elven king shout: "Ahh... welcome, mighty Gandalf!" while the old man walked in.
A bit later he heard the Elven king shout a bit unpleased, probably figuring out what the man actually wanted. He suddenly heard things like:
"The impersonating of me riding a goat was NOT FUNNY! I don't care about your intentions, and..."
While this conversation was going on, Jonathan was just walking around a bit. He saw the big door, when open being a bridge over the river made around the castle and the big chains that kept it closed.
"Wonderful" Jonathan thought, "so difficult to open from the outside, and yet so easy to open from here, you just have to take the tension of the..."
Immediately Jonathan heard a very hard sound. The way he thought the roll that held the chain was enough to automatically unwind it. Now the bridge was falling down quite hard.
Unfortunately, at the same time a group of enemies of the king was just walking around the castle, looking at means to enter. When they saw the bridge getting opened before them, they found that pretty convenient.
Jonathan just stood there when he saw the evil group storming towards him. In a split second he knew he created a disaster once again and was good for nothing. He knew he at least had to do something, so suddenly he shouted with all he could:
"INVADERRRRSSS!!!"
This caused the defenders of the castle to come out of their rooms quickly. From a strange tower, a bit higher than the others, a nice looking young woman came out and looked very wondered at the person that called that loud.

A tough battle was fought, but the intruders had flown. King Indoral very quickly understood the cause of them braking in.
"NEVER I WILL HELP THAT... THAT... BOY!" he shouted.
Jonathan had a strange feeling this might have been regarding to him.
Suddenly he saw the beautiful princess from the upper tower running towards her father.
"Father... father... may I... may I help him?" she asked.
"But..." her father said.
"He just yelled with a very powerful, impressive voice. It would be a shame if he would be keep using it in the pitiful way he now normally does. And..."
"But... he is dangerous... and... and..."
"I have the qualities to help people using their voice to, father. And I find his voice very interesting, and..."
"You are not going to stop about this ever till I give in, are you?" her father sighed. "Well, you may, if his guardian accepts and is willing to keep him here for a while... AND... if he not uses the me-riding-a-goat-act anymore..."
"I will not use it any more... or any less..." the old man said.
"EVER!" the king shouted.
The old man looked at Jonathan and sighed.
"Okay, okay... you'd better become a very good bard, the things I do for you."

Later that day Jonathans' guardian, the old man, left. Jonathan knew he would miss him terribly and kept wondering why anyone would go through so much trouble to help a good-for-nothing person like himself.

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