"Poopy? No, buddy. Poopy and Dungface mean nearly the same thing. No, we need a new name for you, one that reflects your strength. One that is fit for a knight who shall protect me."
Dungface got excited. "I protect Big Lord?"
"Yes, but only after you get stronger. One more thing, you should stop calling me Big Lord. Instead, call me Lord Bard." Sylvester corrected him. But he didn't tell him to use his clergy rank to call him because he reckoned the man would keep calling him Archpriest even when he becomes the Pope someday.
"I will work very hard."
"Good. Now let's get back to your name. Are you comfortable if I give you a new name?" He inquired.
"I am blessed." The simple man, too easy to make happy, answered.
