But she realized, with some surprise, that she was more than that. She was the Guinevere who’d killed those bandits. Who preferred ale to champagne. Who’d interrupted a mercenary illusionist’s spell and survived. She was the Guinevere who summoned the wildfire that Oskar found beautiful. She was the Guinevere who knew the song of the universe. Guinevere of the ravine, Guinevere of the woods, Guinevere of the Amber Road.
