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8. Prove, each, success

What is my worth?

How can I prove to them my capabilities?

Alas, that I was born a woman. How can a woman ever meet with success in this world? My brother loves me, and yet not even he understands me. I train with his soldiers, but which of them really respects the White Lady? In each man's eyes, I see only indifference, or lust.

I can best any of Éomer's men in combat…but perhaps I also wound their pride. They cannot accept me… I am, and will always be, a mere woman.

Who will free me from my cage?