The Spanish Christian women of Tortosa stand ready to protect their persons and property from the dastardly Moors.
Rather than recap:
There’s a whack of manufacturers in there:
I also have (unpainted, mind) her, her. and her. And I covet her (it’s OK though ’cause she’s not my neighbour’s wife). I’ve got my eye on Mrs. Pike. And then, well, there’s her. Basically any woman swingin’ a pin or a pan. My mother — God rest her soul — was a firm believer in what she called “the cast iron hearing aid.” Then again sometimes it was a “two-by-four hearing aid.” Those poor ol’ Moors wouldn’t have stood a chance.
These gals are Part I of my planned Vimens and Vermins game. Now to get my lunch hooks on Warlord’s looters.