“Ringer is a girl,” Teacup whispers, wrinkling her nose like she’s caught a whiff of something rotten. Not only is she not the baby of the squad anymore, now she’s not the only girl. “What’re we going to do with her?” Dumbo is on the edge of panic. I’m grinning. Can’t help it. “We’re going to be the first squad to graduate,” I say. And I’m right.
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund’s daughter. You stand between me and my lord and king. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.”