 There's some torchlights over by the green. Must be some rowdies at the tavern setting up a bonfire. That horse is heading right down this road. I can see him now. Jane Perkins' stallion's got a rider on him. Now, what crazy fool wants to be riding at that speed at two in the morning? He's slowing down now. That's good. Look, he's raining in here. He's raining right spang in front of our gate. What do you want? Yes, this is his house. He's in bed.