Ardata

"A young woman stepped into view from behind one of the pillars. Long hair the colours of dying flames, eyes the hue of beaten gold, dressed in flowing black silks"
BH uktpb, p.398

"Fifty years, dear rivals, to conquer an entire continent. Oh perhaps Ardatha still held out - always late in sending tribute- but I ignored such petty gestures. She had fled did you know. The bitch."
MOI, UK TPB, pg 14