I've been sure of this since Unkindest Tide.

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Dean may be the Count, but Marcia keeps Goldengreen running, with plates of sandwiches and words to the pixies and the emigrés from Lily's pond. She lives quietly, lets herself forget for decades on end what she's hidden inside herself, under her feathered hair and her circles of fairy ointment. But the roses that grow within her are the strongest and oldest of all, and no Firstborn's blast can shake them.