Chapter Eleven
Preparation
Lucien was pulling on his boots when his mother entered the room. The first thing he noticed was the pile of soft armor she carried in her arms. She dumped the load onto the bed.
“I had the armorer work on it last night. He cleaned off the blood and did what he could to stitch up the rips in it.”
Lucien lifted the to examine it. Apparently the armorer had added overlays to the shoulders and sleeves, as well as across the back and neck area, to protect the repairs he’d made. Some extra padding had also been added.
“How are you feeling?”
He looked up at her as he proceeded to pull the shirt over his head. It got stuck on the bandage at the back of his head, but was able to help him get the shirt past it.
“Fine. I feel fine.”
“No dizziness? No fever?”
“So
