“Their clothing is called their plaid, Mary. Plaid,” Beak repeated with a growl. “It’s their sacred dress. I think they’d take exception to hearing it called a woman’s gown.” “Then it’s little wonder to me why they have to fight all the time,” Jamie interjected. She hadn’t really believed Cholie’s tale, but Beak looked so sincere she was beginning to think he was telling the truth. “Aye,” Mary agreed. “They have to defend their gowns.”
