Chapter 23
The sky was clear and the moonlight brighter than Duncan would have preferred for his raid on the castle keep of lunatics. The two coaches emptied by the northeast corner of Bedlam’s high wall, met by Sinner John and more than a dozen eager link boys. His party had eagerly accepted the apparel Madeline had distributed at the Neptune’s stable. Some wore leggings, others old waistcoats painted with tribal signs. All had put on headbands of sorts, most with feathers, and some of the sailors had even braided feathers into their hair. Those wearing sleeveless waistcoats over bared torsos had mimicked the ghost warrior by sprinkling flour on their arms. Darby, who had already thrown a rope with a grapnel over the wall and climbed to the top, sat and watched with amusement as a figure
