She smiled as she slipped the Rosery around his waist belt, clasped the St. Christopher around his neck, then adjusted the winged habit over his head. Perfect fit. As for you sword. I will create the illusion of a walking stock. Is good you have a long sword, Sister Margret. You get tired holding it. I do not mind carrying it."<br/>She looked him over and passed the garments he placed over a coffin, "Good choice. Lord Angsley treated all his men well and he was well liked by the ladies."<br/><br/>She placed her left hand on the sheath of his sword and spoke in ancient tongue, "Ruue van scrayin saventh form of a walking stick."<br/><br/>The sheath changed from highly polished silver with fancy etching to a  3" wide, 5" tall walking stick she handed him, "It will be a formidable weapon. Let's hope you never have to use it."<br/>She walked on his left side as they trotted the meadow. She handed him a popover. I thought of the sacrificial wine but thought I took enough. A spring is half way we can rest up and I can gather tree sap and roots to treat your wounds. I know you will not admit it, your in pain and tea from tree bark is a natural pain remedy. Tell be who is William Redthorn or does he wish to be anonymous?