The shadow of war hangs over Grombelard. Old Prince Levin, dying, left his title and all his property to yesterday's slave, having previously declared her his wife. All the noble houses of Dartan are terrified. Of course, a simple slave overnight became the richest woman in the country and the mistress of possessions comparable in size to a small state. The imperial guard is drawn to the borders of the possessions, intending to forcefully override the will of the prince. Neither the warriors nor their commanders even suspect what they will have to face on the future battlefield and what formidable forces will confront the troops.