“Caleb?” I whispered. “Hush! Go back to sleep.” I sat up. The moon was so bright, I should have been able to make him out, but I could not descry his features. Then I knew why. He had taken a coal and blackened his face below the line of his cheekbones. He was wearing the master’s long black gown. “Caleb!” “Quiet!” he hissed. “This is not your affair, Bethia.” He passed through the door, silent and invisible, into the dark.
Lol the disguise
