But it was a time for action, not words, and that mute, eloquent gaze was all that passed at present.
"We have a servant's dress ready in the hut hard by," said Edred quickly; "and then we must to horse again and get to the coast as fast as may be.

Yon sturdy little pony good Warbel has provided will serve us as well as any stouter nag, and look more in keeping with the humble part thou must play this day, Brother Emmanuel.
Come, let us change our dress quickly.

I love not to linger in this forest, even though we be five good miles from Chad." Julian took care of the three horses, whilst Edred and the disguised monk made their way through the thick growth of underwood.
When they reappeared it seemed to the boy as though the monk was as greatly disguised now as he had been with the wrappings of linen about his face.

Certainly none but a spy on the watch and on the right scent would recognize in this serving man the young ecclesiastic of a few weeks back.
There was a stubble of beard upon his lips and chin which was in itself a marvellous disguise.

He wore a loose riding dress, with a slouch hat and a high collar to the cloak which shaded and changed the outline of his features.