Chapter Ten
Pip
She knew it would only be a matter of time before someone spotted her; she was an outsider after all. Therefore, it would be a good idea to buy some item of clothing to help her blend in. On turning a corner into the busy marketplace, she saw an old crone who looked like she needed a shave. The elderly woman had a four-wheel hand cart selling cloaks, tunics and smocks, all in the same fetching shade of brown.
“I’ll take a cloak please,” Khanna called down from the saddle. “That will be one silver” replied the old hag expecting some bartering. Instead, Khanna delved into her purse and flicked a silver coin into the waiting hands of the woman much to her surprise. Stuffing the shiny coin into her bag, she rummaged through a pile of cloaks before pulling one out. With a too
