La Princesse Pirouette la plus jeune looked out the window and watched the column of mounted knights ride out of the castle walls. She couldn’t help herself as she heaved a great sigh. It’s not fair! She thought. Why do only boys get to ride off to war? As the gates closed behind the last rider, the young princess closed her eyes and dreamed of travel to faraway lands, fighting foe with her shiny sword, deflecting blows with her shield that was painted with her personal insignia. These bouts of fernweh had begun to assault Pirouette with increasing frequency since her fourteenth birthday last month.