Two.

She always cast two shadows. One of her father, the other, her mother. Her nameless mother who had left no handprint on the world save for her. No records, no valuables, nothing but a daughter who cast two confused shadows on the wall. Her father raised her like a Knight; strong, proud, cold. Taught her to hide behind her armor when the world became too great. She looked at other girls, with their dresses and ringlets and smiles; she wore trousers with a knife in the belt and dirt on her face. They only cast one shadow. Ashei, the woman-man-Knight-daughter cast two.