“You are Marya Morevna,” Ivan said. “The queen from beyond the sea.”
“Do they still call me that? It’s so strange. I’m too young to remember when there was a sea here.”
“Are you a demon? Do you have horns? Wings?”
Marya thought for a long while. Who do you belong to, little girl? Why are you out here in the deep, dark wood?
“I am Koschei’s wife,” she answered finally. “And I am a woman. I do not have horns.”