"Lady Manaeth, thou blessed among women," old Naross said, voice booming, "come and claim the throne of they father...be our queen in peace and war, and we will pledge troth to thee, to fight for thee and serve thee all thy days as our queen." Manaeth scarcely had time to answer before the men of war there assembled shouted their assent and clashed their spears upon their shields. How could this be? How could a young woman rule such people? How could...