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As a matter of fact it was not particularly nice. It was rather dark and smelled very damp. There was only one room in it and this room went right up to the stone roof：a wooden staircase in one corner led up to a trap door by which you could get out on the battlements. There were a few rude bunks to sleep in，and a great many lockers and bundles. There was also a hearth which looked as if nobody had lit a fire in it for a great many years．
“We’d better go out and gather some firewood first thing， hadn’t we ？”said Jill．
“Not yet，comrade，”said Tirian. He was determined that they should not be caught unarmed，and began searching the lockers，thankfully remembering that he had always been careful to have these garrison towers inspected once a year and to make sure that they were stocked with all things needful. The bow strings were there in their coverings of oiled silk，the swords and spears were greased against rust，and the armour was kept bright in its wrappings. But there was something even better.“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 Narnians again. And now，sweet Jill，let us go see how this mail shirt becomes you .’Tis something too long，yet not so much as I feared. Doubtless it belonged to a page in the train of one of their Tarkaans.”
After the mail shirts they put on Calormene helmets，which are little round ones fitting tight to the head and having a spike on top. Then Tirian took long rolls of some white stuff out of the locker and wound them over the helmets till they became turbans： but the little steel spike still stuck up in the middle. He and Eustace took curved Calormene swords and little round shields. There was no sword light enough for Jill，but he gave her a long，straight hunting knife which might do for a sword at a pinch．
