" He says the witch was dressed as a man and wore her hair also like a man's. Not only that, but in the boy's fevered dream, she fought better than any soldier. As I said, beyond belief." The forester shrugged in apology for wasting his lord's time. The corners of Gilliam's mouth lifted in sudden respect, and he touched the pin at his shoulder. "She did it all alone," he said quietly. "My lord?" the forester asked. "Hobbe, this is no dream. The boy has indeed seen my bride." Hobbe blinked. "Condolences, my lord. "

― Denise Domning , Spring's Fury (The Graistan Chronicles, #3)