So, here is Himself on the three finalists.
"St Burl. Now, I like that, I really do, don't get me wrong. For a long time that was the front runner, make no mistake about there. But I got to thinking. There's this THING about saints, see - to qualify to be one you either have to be poisonously good (well, that shouldn't be a PROBLEM, really, seeing as I'm surveying my world from this little spot in The Writer Woman's office, just how much in the way of shenanigans am I really going to be able to get into... although don't ANSWER that, nobody quite knows what my capabilities are, quite, yet, anyway, and I might well be found stalking the bucks outside if I felt like it...) or else, well, not to put too fine a point on it, a martyr. That has even less appeal. The stakes are kind of high, because - well - I WOULD (or should that be "wood") be the stake if any burning at the stake were to be contemplated. So I cooled on the idea. And just "Burl" - eh, no. Not quite there. So, regretfully, decline.
Farnabal. I like that, too. It's exotic and exciting and noble and kind of gives me images of riding on elephants and all. But, see, I am not in any way noblesse or oblige. I'm what you might call a working class chap of a gnome. I need a name that is simple, direct, and doesn't give me delusions of grandeur or those who address me the wrong idea. So, regretfully, decline.
Which leaves number three.
I will add my name to the signed book which The Writer Woman has offered as the prize. Would you kindly let her have a mailing address, she can be contacted at anghara at vaxer dot net, and the book will be on its way to you shortly after this information is received.
So - he has apoken. Many thanks to all of you who played.