Jone knows how to answer. Don't explain the complexities, the rivalry between Mattieu and Marec, don't explain Bede is her twin, don't include her cousins, don't get into it. No one cares. They want a show, a flashy story of peasant life, where everything is both simple and entertainingly violent.

"Reckon I lost for a while. Can't really remember." She knocks on her head like a door, alluding to head injuries; a funny joke. "Eventually, I started winning. Learned how to grapple with folk bigger'n me."