So I'm reading Master of Hestviken.
Which reminded me of this post from the past:
Which in turn brought to mind THIS repost:
She serves in humble obscurity, high above the throngs who rarely see her because they are too busy to look up, and they don't like what she looks like, and what she reminds them of...Her teats hang flat and shriveled, drained by her fledglings, none of whom she has the power to save, all of whom she prays will come to roost higher than she upon the parapets of Truth...she sits, and reflects, and does her best to guard Good from Evil. She waits and thinks and watches...