It’s sweltering, especially so garbed in full habit — long-sleeved, floor-length gown of black serge; underskirt; apron; starched linen wimple framing cheeks and chin; veil.

As Pharaoh, he’s garbed in a fanciful Egyptian hoop skirt and later takes on some of the female anatomical characteristics of his portraits.

Yet, thanks to an inspiring finish at East Lake, Moore finds himself in Minneapolis garbed in red, white and blue.