The vast road network of Honce, completed a decade before, had brought great optimism to the people of the land.�Commerce could travel more freely and so could armies, and those armies, it was hoped, would rid the land at long last of the vicious, bloody cap dwarfs and goblins.�For the first time, the many individual kingdoms, the holdings of Honce, would be brought closer together, perhaps even united.� For the last few years, those promises had become a nightmare to the folk, as two powerful lairds fought for supremacy of a hoped-for united kingdom.Bransen Garibond, the Highwayman, held little real interest in that fight.�To him the warring lairds were�two sides of the same coin.�Whichever side won, the outcome for the people of Honce would be the same, Bransen believed. A journey north, however, taught Bransen that his views were simplistic at best, and that some things--like honor and true friendship-- might truly matter.� In The Dame, Bransen's road becomes a quest for the truth, of Honce and of himself, a quest to put right over wrong.�That path is fraught with confusion and fraud, and a purposeful blurring of morality by those who would seek to use the Highwayman's extraordinary battle skills and popularity among the commonfolk for their own nefarious ends.