"A flock of goats is a treasure," Claudius returns, with the back-and-forth rhythm of banter. He lets the hair on one side of Galahad's head fall from his fingers, and starts work on the other. "And so thy hair is Gilead's treasure. Dost know? Thou told'st me once thy name was not thy own, but now when I hear Gilead I think not of the mountain, but thee. 'Tis the same whenever thou leav'st me verses and commandments. Thou mak'st the Word thine own."