My name is not important. I have done no great or heroic acts, and do not plan on doing any. And so, after I die, and so do the children of my children, my name will disappear from the face of the earth. Save other girls who share my name. My name is not important because I will die, and so will it. However, I have witnessed people and events that will never be forgotten, will never wither and die. Songs will be sung, and stories will be told of the heroic exploits of the sons of the white tower, hundreds of years from now, but none of Powen , the lowly maid servant who only witnessed these events. But I will tell you my version of the story, tell you how I saw it happening. Perhaps there is something to be learned from my tale, though if it does indeed have a moral, I have yet to find it. But let me tell you of the time when I was in love with a fine young Captain I knew I could never call my own...