She was someone who mattered to the people who buried her.

The care and cost of her burial — the six horses, the silk, the elaborate headdress, the months of post-mortem ceremony — represent investment that does not happen for people who don’t matter.

Who she was to them, in the specific language of their social world — the relationships she held, the roles she played, the name she was called by — is gone.

It evaporated with the Pazyryk world itself, two thousand years ago.