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Look you!”said Tirian as he drew out a long mail shirt of a curious pattern and flashed it before the children’s eyes．
“That’s funny-looking mail，Sire，”said Eustace．
“Aye，lad，”said Tirian.“No Narnian Dwarf smithied that.‘ Tis mail of Calormen，outlandish gear. I have ever kept a few suits of it in readiness，for I never knew when I or my friends might have reason to walk unseen in The Tisroc’s land. And look on this stone bottle. In this there is a juice which，when we have rubbed it on our hands and faces，will make us brown as Calormenes.”
“Oh hurrah!”said Jill.“Disguise! I love disguises.”
Tirian showed them how to pour out a little of the juice into the palms of their hands and then rub it well over their faces and necks，right down to the shoulders，and then on their hands，right up to the elbows. He did the same himself．
“After this has hardened on us，”he said，“we may wash in water and it will not change. Nothing but oil and ashes will make us white Na
