will be centuries before the tales evolve to tell of Dawsyn Sabar, granddaughter of a crown princess, leading a battalion of the Izgoi through the tunnel and raising the portcullises one by one with the palm of her hand. Until then, they will leave out how she was the first to step into the palace, the first to raise her weapon. They will not tell their children of how that ax cut through the stomachs and necks of Glacian guards who sought to fell her and failed.
