She shifted her shoulders under the guards, feeling the grip of it on her bones. “So you did. I shall never doubt you again.” Picking up one of the greaves, she sat down on a convenient bench and closed it around her leg, buckling each strap with care. Nodding to the sword that lay upon the table, paired vambraces piled next to the hilt, she asked, “What do you think, then? As a knight.”
“I think you look well protected” he tells her, looking over her for a moment before he turned his attention to out the window. “I’m just concerned your brother will use it to his advantage.”
“How?” She buckled on the other greave, swinging each leg in turn to assure herself of the fit and her freedom of movement. “Did I not say? I thought I said — I meant to say — he will have only a shield. It’s not a true duel, and even if he had a sword it would not be like to a tournament. I don’t fight that way.” She picked up the vambraces, holding them up. “These are my shield, and my speed.”