“Among your people, Kyo, did you bear no name of your own?” “They call me ‘herdsman,’ or ‘younger brother,’ or ‘runner.’ I was quick in our racing.” “But those are nicknames, descriptions—like Olhor or Kiemhrir. You’re great namegivers, you Fiia. You greet each comer with a nickname, Starlord, Swordbearer, Sunhaired, Wordmaster—I think the Angyar learned their love of such nicknaming from you. And yet you have no names.” “Starlord, far-traveled, ashen-haired, jewel-bearer,” said Kyo, smiling;—“what then is a name?”
