"Do you not wish to know who Carolus the Dreadful was?" the Master of Sinanju asked.

"Not particularly."

"You in the West know him as Carolus Magnus-Charles the Great. He was not great, however," Chiun added quickly. "He was quite awful."

Remo scrunched up his face. "Charles the Great," he said. "Wasn't that Charlemagne?"

"See how easily the vile name spills off your white tongue," Chiun accused.

"I thought Charlemagne was a great ruler," Remo said.

"White lies. Perpetuated by whites." Chiun pitched his voice low, as if imparting some heinous secret. "The truth is, Carolus was in league with the Church of Rome."

"That's no secret, Chiun," Remo said. "Everybody knows that. Didn't he even get crowned emperor by the pope, or something?"

"Another reason to dislike him," Chiun sniffed.

"Which, the pope part or the emperor part?"

"Take your pick," Chiun said with a shrug.

"Any individual with vile papist inclinations cannot help but be socially maladjusted. Look at you, for instance. The carpenter's sect had you for but a few years early in your life and you still cannot slough off your peculiar notions of right and wrong. Honesty. Pah!"

"Thou shalt not steal, Little Father," Remo reminded him. "That's what Sister Mary Margaret taught me."

"A nun," Chiun scoffed. "If she was so smart, why could she not land a man?"

"They have to take a vow of celibacy, Chiun," Remo said, knowing full well that the old Korean was already aware of this. "And don't dump on Sister Margaret. She practically raised me."

Chiun harrumphed again. "At least her vow prevented her from breeding more squalling papists."

"What about the emperor part?" Remo said, steering Chiun away from Sister Mary Margaret.

The Master of Sinanju glanced over at Remo. "You know at one time Sinanju had much work from Rome."