He put on his best tunic, or rather the tunic that was the least worn, clean breeches, and his leather armor.

Ora's movements were free and graceful in white Turkish trousers, a rich Oriental head-dress, and Charles Dana's best tunic, which reached just below her knee.

"I kissed her," Nikky was thinking, his heart swelling under his very best tunic.

"I've laid out your best tunic," Nari told him, wiping her eyes on her apron.