"This be a foolish way to build a town," grumbled Richard Wood, "and
none but Saxons would have done it. Why, here be a street only two feet
wide at one end of it. And up and down one hundred and forty-five
streets we must chase, to say nothing of looking in the better parts of
the town."
"Thou hast well said," observed Herebald, gravely. "It is not an easy
thing, this search. But where dost thou begin? And how wilt thou go
about it?"
"Why, why," stammered Richard Wood, "I did never search a town before,
and that is but the truth."
"Were it not best to proceed boldly?" asked Herebald, slyly.
"Boldly, sayest thou? And what meanest thou by boldly?"
"Why, by boldly, I mean boldly. Surely thou knowest what boldly is?
Walk into the house with a 'by your leave,' which is, after all, no
leave, since it is done without leave; there look through all, and then
out and away again into the next house, or the next but one, as it
pleaseth thee."
Richard Wood looked at him in displeasure. "It is easy to see thou art
but a Saxon churl," he said. "And moreover, where is thy sense of time?
This day were gone; ay, and the next before we had entered every house
in one hundred and forty-five little streets.
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