For every day Solwen was sure of her calling, she underwent an hour of suffocating doubt. Her heart warred with itself, now begging her to accept what all around her said she could not do, now demanding that she do what all within her said she could not live and not do. It pained her to blow against the wind, like this, but with a stronger wind behind her, what choice had she?

Perhaps they will not be too disappointed in me, she would dare to hope. Perhaps if I earn enough money, or find enough fame... Would infamy count as fame?, she wondered wryly. For I think I can surely count upon that.

Yes, notoriety was bound to hers in abundance. The Presumptuous Girl Who Turned Vagabond, she’d be known. Or possibly, The Girl Who Was Kept Under Guard in the Cellar to...

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