Chapter 6

He started by pulling off the man’s boots and dropping them onto the tarpaulin covered floor with a grimace. They had no doubt once been terribly expensive but they were soaked in mud and filth. He dragged off the stockings to reveal wet, wrinkled feet that were oddly pale. The man’s breeches were torn, covered in mud and blood, so he quickly undid the buttons and then pulled them off, revealing slender, muscular legs lightly dusted with hair that, in the firelight, had an auburn cast. He hesitated a moment and then briskly stripped him of his soaking, filthy smalls. Grimacing, he held them at arm’s length between finger and thumb and dropped them onto the stone floor.