‘When I was young,’ she continued, ‘my family thought me a boy until I told them I was a woman. They were joyous, but I did not find joy. My body didn’t . . . feel right. The god of new beginnings helped me accept what I wanted to keep and change what I wanted to change. Without her, the powders I needed would have cost a small fortune.’ She looked up at the manor. ‘Gods balance our access to power. They belong to everyone, not just the wealthy. Like our lands belong to everyone, not just the king.’
