Well, he almost tells the story of me, but it's really more about Cranae, the nymph who was raped by Janus, than about me.
This was already a long and winding road of explanation before the legends got started, but it will help to know two things.
First, that I, as well as many other Timelords, often prefer it when the locals get my name wrong, since that allows me more freedom of movement across time. It's difficult to go back a hundred years later to somewhere they have a name for you, or a statue up or something. So I do not correct people when they misunderstand my name, or when they coin a new one for me when their language does not easily accommodate my own.
Second, I was in the middle of my second regeneration in Sally's Zero Room when the locals found my companions and my TARDIS, Sally, which was shaped like a large Greek column, at the edge of the woods.
One of my companions was waiting outside, as he had run out excitedly, not taking his key, and the other had deposited me in the Zero Room at my request and was making his way outside to tell the other. It was about this time that the local farmers and their slaves showed up.
They were attempting to talk to my one companion, who strangely kept watching the column, when Sally's doors opened inward, and my other companion, Gabor, got stuck in a bit of a time loop as he attempted to exit. After a few seconds of gasps and trying to figure out how a man could be trapped alive inside of a column, the locals whisked my companions away to the local main house tavern for recuperation.
It was there, laughing and drunken, that I found them hours later, after I had come back to myself completely. In their defense, Gabor had seen me regenerate before, and he said that they wanted to avoid suspicion in case I came unexpectedly out of the column as well.
We ended up having a great time there with the locals; they were more hospitable than any other group of people welcoming outsiders than I'd ever seen.
They did however misunderstand my name. I had introduced myself as The Chatelaine, which in Greek is Cadaina, or καδένα, if I want to be technical. But when one of my companions asked where I had been, and I replied, "the heart of the TARDIS," my translator must have been working overtime, and the locals began calling me Cardea, which means "Heart."
After a couple of days, one friend from the area accompanied us back to the TARDIS; in fact, we were offering her the opportunity to travel with us, but she declined. When I unlocked the door and the three of us went inside, she refused to follow, and she began to back away from the doorway.
As we dematerialized, she ran back to the main house, shouting something we could not hear as she ran.
It was only later after we left that time that I found out that those I was with and myself had become known as the "keepers of doorways," in Roman mythology, with my role, as Cardea, being the one who has the ability to open the door itself. My younger companion became known as Forculus, "the one who watches the doorway," and Gabor became known as Limentinus, "the one who maintains the threshold."
This was complex enough, if the story ended there. But it doesn't.
Ovid apparently got Cardea mixed up with Cranae; why, I do not know. He tells her story where she is raped by Janus, but then he says that because of that, Janus gives her the "Right of the Hinge." So in Ovid, it is not even I, who should be Cardea, who is attributed with that role!
It was fun to be reminded that the Romans observed the first day of every month in "my" honor though. But the reason for that really IS another story.
