He dressed in dark blue leggings and a padded jerkin of purple, tied with a wide belt.

The rider was young and wearing a black and silver tunic with dark leggings and high riding boots.

He wore dark leggings of dyed wool and a close - fitting leather shirt as soft as cloth.

He wore dark leggings and a light shirt of heavy material.

But at least her legs were clad in dark green leggings, not baggy old sweat pants- probably because he was wearing them.

But entering the circle from the far side came a tall figure wearing dark grey leggings.

But his dark leggings were of cheap wool, frayed at the knee, and his boots were those of a cavalryman.

She wore dark leggings and silver greaves over riding boots.

The flow of blood from his ruined throat had now drenched the man's dark leggings, but still he came on.

He wore a black mailshirt, dark leggings and riding boots, and by his hips hung two short swords.