“Notyet, comrade, ” , andbegansearchingthelockers, , theswordsandspearsweregreasedagainstrust, .“Lookyou! ” saidTirianashedrewoutalongmailshirtofacuriouspatternandflasheditbeforethechildren'seyes.
“That'sfunny-lookingmail, Sire, ” saidEustace.
“Aye, lad, ” saidTirian.“NoNarnianDwarfsmithiedthat.'TismailofCalormen, , forIneverknewwhenIormyfriendsmighthavereasontowalkunseeninTheTisroc', whenwehaverubbeditonourhandsandfaces, willmakeusbrownasCalormenes.”
“Ohhurrah! ” saidJill.“Disguise! Ilovedisguises.”
Tirianshowedthemhowtopouroutalittleofthejuiceintothepalmsoftheirhandsandthenrubitwellovertheirfacesandnecks, rightdowntotheshoulders, andthenontheirhands, .
“Afterthishashardenedonus, ” hesaid, “, sweetJill, letusgoseehowthismailshirtbecomesyou.'Tissomethingtoolong, .”
AfterthemailshirtstheyputonCalormenehelmets, : , buthegaveheralong, straighthuntingknifewhichmightdoforaswordatapinch.
“Hastanyskillwiththebow, maiden? ” saidTirian.
“Nothingworthtalkingof, ” saidJill, blushing.“Scrubb'snotbad.”
“Don'tyoubelieveher, Sire, ” saidEustace.“We'vebothbeenpractisingarcheryeversincewegotbackfromNarnialasttime, andshe'.”
, —thesunwasnowatitshighest—, however, adullmeal, forthebesttheycoulddowastopoundupsomeofthehardbiscuitwhichtheyfoundinalockerandpouritintoboilingwater, withsalt, .
“Iwishwe'dbroughtapacketoftea, ” saidJill.
“Oratinofcocoa, ” saidEustace.
“Afirkinorsoofgoodwineineachofthesetowerswouldnothavebeenamiss, ” saidTirian.
