When she was quite young, she asked the good King Richard why she could not ride to war as he did. She had no skill with the sword, but she was an excellent rider, and handy enough with a bow.
He touched her head, smiling. “Women do not fight in wars, my love.”
Summer considered this. “Then, when I am queen, I shall not fight wars.”
“No, you will not.”
“I shall win them.”