As he approached along the graveled path, she looked up from her labor and began to giggle. “Anatolius, where are you going dressed like that?” “I borrowed this fine clothing from Francio. Don’t you like it?” “Since you ask, I don’t think those birds are suitable for a lawyer!” His bright blue garment was embroidered with strutting peacocks, the colors of their tails repeated in the wide border edging neck, sleeves, and hem. “Indeed. However, we must always dress appropriately for the task in hand.” “Do you have to appear disguised as a cage full of peacocks now or has Theodora engaged you to spy on her menagerie?” “I’ll explain later,” Anatolius muttered, aware of how feeble his words would seem. He had decided it would be best to disguise himself before visiting Bishop Crispin with the pilgrim flasks.
