The usual fate met the men who dare to ride into my territory. I lured them into feasting tents, where they were poisoned by the wine. Then I dragged their bodies to the ravine and threw them into the lake.
As I was strolling through the forest, I noticed a beautiful horse hidden in the depths of a thicket. Strange, I thought to myself, there was a horse for every dead man. Whose horse is this?
“Mine!” answered a voice from above me in the walnut tree. “Who are you that lure men into your power and then poison them? You will do so no longer! Return to your house and we will fight to the death!”
I accepted his challenge. I mounted his horse and said, “Follow me. I am Zoulvisia.” I was out of sight before he could figure out that I am a woman, and the mountain is mine.