"I am a fool," said Fred, suddenly embarrassed that he was still staring at
Glenda's naked form. "You cannot go traipsing about in these caverns
unclothed. You must have something to wear now." With Glenda's help, Fred removed his armour and gave Glenda his tunic to wear. It fit her like a burlap sack, yet still she somehow made it alluring. Fred struggled back into his armour. He had his head in the mail shirt, his arm tangled in the sleeve, when Glenda gasped. "What is it, dear maiden?" asked Fred, trying to peer through the links in the mail.
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