“You is taking care of that uniform,” ordered Quetzalxochitl, sternly, and I could not help but feel a small sense of affront at being apparently held to a higher standard of behaviour than any of its previous owners. “I is having to bribe quartermaster to get it, but he is still wanting it back by dawn, or his captain is having his head for playing game of tlachtli with, if you is getting my picture. This is doing for you,” she said to Dr. Alcott, passing her a fringed, ankle-length cloak, colourfully embroidered in intricate geometric patterns. “Just be wearing that over your ordinary clothings. They not too noticeable.”
After I had changed, and had stowed my own clothes within the bundle, we set out into the streets. The rain had eased off slightly, but it still battered down thunderou
