Finally, when she puton her cassock, the man could not bear the proof that, indeed, she was not wearing anything underneath, as everyone had suspected, and he felt himself marked forever with the white-hot iron of that secret.
So you're waking up at 4am, you're having cold showers, you're meditating for around four to eight hours a day, you sleep on the floor, you get two sets of robes, you wear one, you wash one.
He perceived at the other end of the room, near a small window with yellow panes decorated with badly kept flower vases, a man seated at a table, and covered with a dilapidated cassock.
That's been put on him, for the trial, even though they gave up wearing those years ago, when the sect wars first began; cassocks made them too conspicuous.