The Greek, looking around, seems to come to himself, or perhaps he loses the residue of his sanity, for he laughs and mutters: "Hierophant." It’s a little grand for a round fellow in a sticky shirt, but why not? Truth be told, our priests rarely look the way we feel they should, and the ones that do are the ones you really have to watch. So, let him be the Hierophant, if that’s what he wants—mine or anyone else’s. We all should have our moment.