“Smart arse,” Handy admonished. He lifted a leg up, pulling back his closed cloak. It looked ridiculous. Anyone who got a good look at his legs beneath the cloak would see these boots for the fakes they were. They were basically just a cover designed to hug Handy’s real shoes. He’d place it over his shoe like a wooden slipper, slanted from the toes up to his shin. The back portion would then be slipped on, and he’d tie them together with thick string through several small holes dug out of both just to keep them on.