Third book about Риинделу. My fate? To dance on balls, delighting the looks of men. To flitter from one to the lover to other, searching the best fate or creaming. With my appearance and temperament, I needed to go out into courtesans, and so most surrounding thinks. Really, what woman will agree to work in a patrol? Dirt of grounds, sing of arrows, shots of invocations at the shields broken in two on several times extremities - and it only small part of paying for honour to be a battle magician. What yet shots are prepared to me by a fate? However, I will survive everything, because another way for me is not present.