The barn was a cavern of shadows and dim lanterns, the stinging scent of manure and old hay filling the place.
"You sure this is a good idea?" I called out to Matilda, who was already rushing inside.
"We need to wear something comfortable." She crouched beside a barn door, and I caught the horse in the nearest stall sniffing curiously at her hair.
"Uh—Matilda… that horse—"
"Here it is." She lifted something triumphantly, an item she'd dug out next to the horse feed.
When she hurried toward me, I shrank back at the harsh odor clinging to the cloth. She tossed a strapped pair of pants and a loose shirt at me.
"Um, I don't think this is a good idea. Perhaps we could find something neater."
She glanced around, unimpressed.
"I'm afraid that's all that's left. I can't start asking around—it would look suspicious."
I gave her a nervous nod. "Very well."
