beswathed

Updated: July 25, 2025

"Forsooth," said Beltane, "thy foot doth wear bandages a many, but " "Bandages?" cried Jocelyn, staring. "Foot? Nay, nay, my torment is not here," and he flourished his beswathed foot in an airy, dancing step. "Indeed, Beltane, herein do I confess me some small artifice, yet, mark me, to a sweet and worthy end. For my hurt lieth here, sore smit am I within this heart o' mine."

Jeffery Farnol - Beltane the Smith