The prophecy comes true. A name is given to a girl to protect her…
… in a frontier community where names are so much worshipped as blessing or feared as curse that mentioning them is rare and usually… too late.

The common wealth of the defeated is stormed into private wealths of the defeating. And she is left with few botches of sky and a handful of peanuts… in a staggering pursuit of happiness away from plundered home lands. Soon the fairy-tale is over… But not the memory of her noble and respected clan.