Chapter 15
JEVAITHI PULLED ON her thick furs and looked at herself in the dressing room mirror. Lush, thick and pure white, the cloak had been made in all haste for this visit. It suited her, she had to admit, and brought out the lushness of her hair. She had the maid pin it up in a loose bun today.
Underneath the cloak she wore a thick dress, tall boots, woollen stockings and felt underwear over her usual silk finery. She twirled in front of the mirror, admiring her new clothes, feeling like a little girl again, like walking on her mother’s hand. It was exciting, as if the whole world was out there to be discovered.
She had even put some colour on her face. Lines of kohl and a fine coating of silver paint accentuated her eyes.
Not too much or Rider Cornatan would object. She could alm
