As for clothing, she would have to wear what she’d escaped in until she could find something else. She certainly could not risk going back to the caravanserai for the rest of her clothes in the trunk, even assuming the police hadn’t confiscated it. She’d have to make do with her blue -dyed niaal, blue cotton sirwaal trousers, white Sadre, and the red cotton sidaireeya embroidered with yellow thread around the sleeves and neckline. Most shameful of all was the fact that she’d lost her milfa in the struggle with the policeman and had nothing with which to cover her face in maidenly modesty.
That would not make her too conspicuous. Ravan attracted pilgrims from all over Parsina, and many women from both eastern and western lands did not cover their faces. People would not be shocked to see h
