The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

my friends might have reason to walk unseen in The Tisroc's land. And look on this stone
bottle. In this there is a juice which, when we have rubbed it on our hands and faces, will
make us brown as Calormenes."
"Oh hurrah!" said Jill. "Disguise! I love disguises."
Tirian showed them how to pour out a little of the juice into the palms of their hands and
then rub it well over their faces and necks, right down to the shoulders, and then on their
hands, right up to the elbows. He did the same himself.
"After this has hardened on us," he said, "we may wash in water and it will not change.
Nothing but oil and ashes will make us white Narnians again. And now, sweet Jill, let us
go see how this mail shirt becomes you. 'Tis something too long, yet not so much as I
feared. Doubtless it belonged to a page in the train of one of their Tarkaans."
After the mail shirts they put on Calormene helmets, which are little round ones fitting
tight to the head and having a spike on top. Then Tirian took long rolls of some white
stuff out of the locker and wound them over the helmets till they became turbans: but the
little steel spike still stuck up in the middle. He and Eustace took curved Calormene
swords and little round shields. There was no sword light enough for Jill, but he gave her
a long, straight hunting knife which might do for a sword at a pinch.
"Hast any skill with the bow, maiden?" said Tirian.
"Nothing worth talking of," said Jill, blushing. "Scrubb's not bad."
"Don't you believe her, Sire," said Eustace. "We've both been practising archery ever
since we got back from Narnia last time, and she's about as good as me now. Not that
either of us is much."
Then Tirian gave Jill a bow and a quiver full of arrows. The next business was to light a
fire, for inside that tower it still felt more like a cave than like anything indoors and set
one shivering. But they got warm gathering wood - the sun was now at its highest - and
once the blaze was roaring up the chimney the place began to look cheerful. Dinner was,
however, a dull meal, for the best they could do was to pound up some of the hard biscuit
which they found in a locker and pour it into boiling water, with salt, so as to make a kind
of porridge. And of course there was nothing to drink but water.
"I wish we'd brought a packet of tea," said Jill.
"Or a tin of cocoa," said Eustace.
"A firkin or so of good wine in each of these towers would not have been amiss," said
Tirian.