The Earl of Northampton, who had plainly been responsible for Skeat’s knighthood, raised him up and led him back to his cheering men, and Skeat was still blushing as his archers clapped him on the back. “Bloody nonsense,” he said to Thomas. “You deserve it, Will,” Thomas said, then grinned, “Sir William.” “Just have to pay more bloody tax, won’t I?” Skeat said, but he looked pleased anyway.
