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My father prayed to the gods for a son, but instead he received a daughter. Ruined, he thought, for surely no girl child could ever learn to effectively rule his lands.  But my mother, the great Kybele herself, was wise and saw what my father could not. “What traits make a king great,” she asked.  “Benevolence, of course,” he said. “A great king must be both fair yet uncompromising. He must be shrewd of mind and calculating. He must learn to be both lion and lamb.”  She smiled, raising me to her breast. “And she shall be all these things and more. The gods smile upon her, and she will shine brighter than any sons you may have. This I know, this I have seen.” 

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