"Is that all you have for week days?" he asked.
"Not quite," said Magnus, smiling in spite of himself. "They call me Magnus, at home."
"Won't do you any good here," said the other, shaking his head. "Name's got to go down in full, if it was Beelzebub Nebuchadnezzar. You'll be rechristened for common use."
"Do they always do that?" said Magnus, looking grave.
"Mostly."
Magnus reddened.
"I cannot see what the Faculty have to do with my name," he said. "It's not their business."
"Not the Faculty, as you call them, at all," said the cadet, "but your beloved fellow-students. They will take almost as anxious care of you as will the Com."
"Oh, the other cadets!" said Magnus loftily. "I'll take care of them."
"I would," said the man in grey with dry emphasis. "Not too many at once. There's quite a few of them."