noticing as the maid began to unfasten her stays. âNor do I understand how menâ¦â
âWith luck youâll get a thorough demonstration,â Lina said, surveying her critically. âMy dear, you have quite a lovely bosom. Why do you strap it down like that?â
Charlotte slapped her arms around her chest. âThey get in the way,â she said, disgruntled.
âOff with the hoops too, dearest. Those will give you away even more than your breasts.â
âCould we please stop discussing my breasts? â Charlotte begged, her color fiery.
Lina hesitated. âMy dear, I really donât think this is a wise idea. Youâre too innocentâ¦â
If there was one thing Charlotte detested it was being told how innocent she was. Sheâd been half tempted to cry off, but she despised cowardice almost as much as she hated being thought an innocent girl. She was a woman, scientist, and there was nothing she need hide from in her quest for knowledge.
She wanted to know what men and women did. It was a perfectly reasonable curiosity on her part, with no chance for harm to befall her. The Mad Monks were poseurs, playing at vice. Her own biggest risk was a long night of boredom.
She slid off her demi-hoops, standing there in her plain white chemise, knickers, stockings and garters. âThis will do,â she said firmly.
Lina shook her head. âNo, love. Take the rest off. And if I were you Iâd remove the stockingsâthey might impede you if you decided you wished to move swiftly.â
Charlotte looked at her, taking in the ominous words. âAnd why should that be?â
Lina shrugged. âThere are undoubtedly some tiresome people here, though theyâre mostly on their best behavior. I promise Iâll be nearby, in case you runinto a problem. But humor me. The black chemise and nothing else. Youâll adore the sense of freedom it gives you.â
Charlotte doubted that, but she did as she was told, divesting herself of every last piece of her own clothing. âWhereâs the robe?â she demanded nervously.
Meggie produced it, muttering darkly. Sheâd been against this from the beginning, but Charlotte had been adamant. The monkâs robe was made of heavy brown cloth, doubtless far more elegant than traditional monkâs garb, and she slipped it over her head, feeling it settle down around her body like a soft caress. She pulled the capacious hood up and breathed a sigh of relief. The sleeves were long enough to cover her delicate hands, her face disappeared into the shadows of the hood. She could do what she wanted with no real fear of discovery.
Lina came up to her with a strip of white cloth, tying it around her sleeve. âMustnât forget this, darling. Itâs your safe passage.â
Charlotte eyes it doubtfully. âWhat would happen if I lost it?â
Lina had an odd expression on her face, like a mother sending her child away to school for the first time. âNothing very terrible. If you lost the riband and someone accosts you simply tell them no. Theyâre honor bound to obey.â
â Honor? â Meggie said with an indignant sniff.
âOf a sort,â Lina said. She looked at Charlotte.âAre you ready, my dear? Itâs not too late to change your mind. Itâs already getting dark, and once the sun sets weâre due at the Abbey.â
âIâm not changing my mind, Lina.â
âThen keep your head and voice down and weâll depart. And Charlotte,â she added in a pained voice. âYou wonât think too harshly of me, will you? I freely participate in these undertakings, and if I thought it would give you a disgust of me I would have refused to bring you here.â
âDarling, nothing will give me a disgust of you. You may take your pleasure however you will, just as men do. I promise I will make no judgment.â
Lina smiled at her. âNo, you really