 What is the meaning of the garments given to the narrator?
He was Yandro, the Stranger of the Prophecy—and he found that he was destined to fight both sides. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Summer 1944. Words formed themselves on my thick tongue, words that must have been spoken by so many reviving unfortunates through the ages: "Where am I?" "It was ordered—by the Masters of the Worlds—that you should be brought from your own home planet, called Earth in the System of the star called Sun. It is as well, for this will be a birth and beginning of your destined leadership on Dondromogon." The voice was telling me that I had been snatched from worlds away, for a specified purpose here on whatever windswept planet Dondromogon might be. "It is a world the size of your native one," came words of information. the voice was to be heard again: "War is fought between the two strips of habitable ground. "Suffice it that you were needed, and that the time was ripe. There is a proper time, like a proper place, for each thing and each happening. On this strange world called Dondromogon, what manner of intelligent life bade defiance to heat and cold and storm, and built these stout structures, and now laid hands—were they hands indeed?—upon me? My first glance showed me that my companions were creatures like myself—two-legged, fair-skinned men, shorter and slighter than I, but clad in metal-faced garments and wearing weapons in their girdles. Especially as I don't know who I am, or where I'm from, or anything that has happened longer ago than just a moment. "There's a bigger reward for capture than for warning," objected his friend in turn, "and whoever comes to take this man will claim 'capture.' A crimson cloak gave color and dignity to her costume, and plainly she was someone of position, for both the men stiffened to attention. "He pushed in, claimed he was no enemy, then tried to attack—" "They lie," I broke in, very conscious of my naked helplessness before her regard. "It is called—yes, Earth. "Stranger," he said to me, "can you think of no better tale to tell than you now offer?" In a few moments two other men came—one a heavily armed officer of rank, the other an elderly, bearded fellow in a voluminous robe that enfolded him in most dignified manner.
 It shows the reader that the narrator is becoming Yandro.
 It shows the reader that Yandro is preparing to fight Barak.  It shows the reader that the narrator is going to play the part of Yandro, but not believe in it.  It shows the reader that the narrator is becoming Yandro.  It shows the reader that all Dondromogon prophecies are true.