As if through a mirror. I beheld a woman who would look at home in the gardens of Amber, or in its royal halls, or parlors for to say she resembled the Princess Florimel would be doing disservice to the word resembled. A shadow of the Princess Florimel more likely. This woman all dressed in purples and light blues must be, for in many respects, the way she held herself, her grace, even her social acumen she was similar. Dressed like a femme fatale stepping out of a pulp novel, one thing those novels did get right, she spelled trouble.