“MAIL CHAUSSES.”
“This is silly.”
“No, it’s not. And gamboised cuisses, Marc.”
“I don’t need a gamboised anything; I have a gambeson. Bos won’t mind me using his—”
“But I mind,” Veronica said, giving me a thin-lipped look that had me biting back my objection. “No member of the Palm Springs Jousting Guild appears in borrowed equipment.”
“Yeah, but this stuff is expensive.” I waved my hand at the armorer, who was delightedly pulling out bits and pieces of armor in between taking my measurements. I stepped closer to her and lowered my voice. “I told you I’m unemployed. I just can’t afford to pay you back for all this.”
“Then you’ll have to pay me back with your time,” she said abruptly, frowning down at a list. “Marc, we’ll also need steel schynbalds and sabatons. How are you fixed for
