"I am Anghared of Northgalis." Her response is instant, and then, only then, does she hesitate. "It has never been a lie, Rilian. I am she."

"It is only that I am other things as well-- and by now you will have heard, oh I am certain that you will have heard, of Blodwen Rowlands, the White Rider of the Dark."

She stands straight and tall before him, as the (cloak) kirtle shifts and settles around her, waiting for his reaction.