‘We’re going out today,’ Harry says, as he pulls the last item he needs out of a chest near the bed. He tosses a pair of his old woollen chausses at Iain’s head, along with braies and a breech belt. ‘Here. You’ll need these.’ ‘Why?’ Iain frowns at the bundle in his hands. ‘I distrust immediately any endeavour that requires hose.’
I agree Iain
