“Breakfast will be ready when you are,” he said.
She left the tent, as she had come into it the night before, by slipping underneath the canvas.
In her own tent she saw that Hawkins had put out water for her to wash in.
Then she unpacked the rolled bundle that she had brought with her from Dargo-Vedin.
*
Breakfast was on the table and there was the smell of fragrant coffee when Natasha joined Lord Athelstan.
He looked up at her and was surprised to see that she was wearing the costume of a Daghestan gentlewoman.
Loose flowered-silk trousers were almost hidden by a full-skirted, tight-waisted tunic with wide flowing sleeves and elaborate fastenings of silver braid.
She was wearing a fine muslin veil around her head together with a coloured silk kerchief that accentuated the darkness
