Tirian showed them how to pour out a little of the juice to the palms of their hands and then rub it well over their ces and necks， right down to the shoulders， and then n their hands， right up to the elbows. He did the same imself.
“After this has hardened on us，” he said， “we may wash in ater and it will not change. Nothing but oil and ashes will ake us white Narnians again. And now， sweet Jill， let us o see how this mail shirt becomes you. ‘Tis something too ng， yet not so much as I feared. Doubtless it belonged to page in the train of one of their Tarkaans.”
After the mail shirts they put on Calormene helmets， hich are little round ones fitting tight to the head and aving a spike on top. Then Tirian took long rolls of some hite stuff out of the locker and wound them over the elmets till they became turbans： but the little steel spike ill stuck up in the middle. He and Eustace took curved alormene swords and little round shields. There was nosword light enough for Jill， but he gave her a long， straight hunting knife which might do for a sword at a pinch.
“Hast any skill with the bow， maiden？” said Tirian. “Nothing worth talking of，” said Jill， blushing. “Scrubb’snot bad.”
