It was just a name, I thought, no more meaningful than the nonsensical appellation the Kamaphibal had concocted for themselves, and, as far as Papa was concerned, I didn’t care what name or title he answered to. Sisowath, Ayuravann, the Tiger Prince, His Highness . . . Even if he were to bear a hundred more names, he would still be my father, and there was no one, neither prince nor god, gentler than he.
