couldn´t find an epigraph, so i made one up:
She didn't need to pick up the ramparts,
a milk lid would do,
placed on her head,the city would be hers.
(Nota Bene: if a reader is here: please don't take these posts seriously, they are half-fiction, written for myself for an imaginary audience, and some are decades old, if I had time to go back and read them, I'd probably delete or modify most of them)
