kirtle

It wasn't just her ivory-white breastplate or silvery kirtle—she glowed softly from within, radiating a warm, comforting light that elevated her physical perfection to something on a higher plane.

Clad in a cloud-gray kirtle and a hood as blue as the sky.

The lady in the scarlet kirtle dropped her wooden bowl onto the ground.

I pulled out kirtles, caps, and bodices, the gilded prayer book and a cracked looking glass Gertrude had given me.

“No matter. They will horse Bore again in a minute. Here he is, coming to the Queen. Oh, look! He has brought her a kirtle and a gown.”