Later I would realise that this was the moment when I reclaimed what I was, who I was. Pig was dead, swallowed up by dragons, just like Cecily and Arabella had been. Lady Pippa had been revived from the mud like some bedraggled phoenix and in the process had become Pippin. And Pippin? She was prepared to shoulder the responsibilities, the power of being a lady once more, because she was never going to be pushed down into the mud again.
