Skeat tied his horse to a tree and strung his bow. “There’s a place in York,” he said, “where you can watch the mad folk. They keep them caged up and you pay a farthing to go and laugh at them. They should put those two silly bastards in with them.” “My father was mad for a time,” Thomas said. “Don’t surprise me, lad, don’t surprise me at all.” Skeat said.
