Dark Fire

I looked at him askance. 'That was a risky thing to do. For both of us.'

'It's insurance for us. Trust me, I know how these things work.'

'Did you hear anything of Kytchyn? Or Madam Gristwood and her son?'

'They are safe. They fled with the man who guarded their house as soon as they heard of Cromwell's fall. I don't know where they are.'

I nodded. 'So I may resume practice.'

He nodded. 'If that's what you wish.'

I went and leaned on the parapet, for my back hurt after my long ride. He joined me and we looked over the river. I tried to avoid looking down towards London Bridge.

'There hasn't been the purge I expected,' I said, 'though Robert Barnes is to be burned today. I haven't heard anything from Godfrey – I fear for him.' I looked at Barak. 'And three Catholics to die at Tyburn.'

Barak grunted. 'The king will never go back to Rome, whatever Norfolk wants. He likes being head of the Church too much. The old arsehole,' he added quietly. He looked at me with sudden intensity. 'Could we have saved Lord Cromwell, do you think? If we'd guessed Grey was a traitor?'

I sighed deeply. 'That question has tormented me night and day. I think he was so deep in trouble over the Cleves marriage he would have fallen in the end. Unless he'd agreed to abandon Queen Anne and reform, and he wouldn't do that.' I smiled sadly. 'At least that's what I tell myself, to comfort myself perhaps.'

'I think you're right,' Barak said. 'His principles killed him in the end.'

'He killed many others for those principles.'

Barak shook his head, but did not reply. We leaned there in silence for a moment. Then I saw a boat turning in to the stairs, two faces I recognized. I nudged Barak. 'I've arranged for some others to meet us here. They wished to see you.'

'Who?' Puzzled, he followed my gaze to the wherry. It pulled up and Joseph Wentworth stepped out. He gave his hand to a young woman in a dark dress and hood to help her out of the boat.

'Is that –'

I nodded. 'Elizabeth.'

She walked a little unsteadily, her head bowed low, and Joseph had to help her up the steps. I went to the head of the stairs and Barak followed.

Joseph took my hand warmly and bowed to Barak. 'Master Barak, I am glad you are here. My niece wished to thank you both.'

Barak shuffled awkwardly. 'I did nothing, really.'

Elizabeth raised her head. Her hair had grown again too, a few curly strands escaping beneath her hood. For the first time I saw her face properly, clean of dirt and marks. It was pretty but full of character too. There was none of the indrawn blankness or sudden ferocious anger I had seen before in her eyes, her gaze was full and clear though infinitely sad.

'Yes, sir, you did.' Her voice trembled and she clung tightly to her uncle's hand but she spoke clearly. 'You went down into that terrible well, you nearly died at my grand-mother's hands.' She looked at Barak. 'And when you spoke to me that day in the gaol, sir, you showed me how my silent suffering did no good, for me or my poor uncle. You made me begin to see things I had not seen before.'

Barak bowed deeply. 'If I helped save you, I count it a great honour.'

'I owe you both so much. You and Uncle Joseph, you never wavered in your support, however wickedly I treated you.' Her lip trembled and she lowered her head again, still clutching her uncle's hand tightly.

'Suffering does not ennoble people,' I said. 'They turn and bite and so, perhaps, they should. Do not become guilty, Elizabeth, for that is only another form of martyrdom.' She looked at me and I smiled sadly. 'It does no good.'

'No, sir.' She nodded tremulously. Joseph patted her hand.

'Elizabeth is still sore tired and troubled,' he said. 'The peace of the countryside is a balm to her, she finds London a trial. But she insisted on coming up with me today to thank you.'

'And we are grateful.' I hesitated. 'How is your brother?'

'Sore afflicted since Sabine was found guilty of manslaughter and she and Avice imprisoned. Though he has paid for good lodgings for them. He is selling his house to try and buy a royal pardon. I come up each week. He needs me.' He hesitated. 'My mother died, did you know?'

'I had not heard.'

'In Newgate, a week after her arrest.'

'Was it the fall?'

'No.' He sighed. 'It was as though, with the family in total disgrace, she did not want to live any more.'

I nodded sadly. Joseph smiled at Elizabeth. 'I think we should go on now. But thank you again.'

He and Elizabeth shook our hands. Elizabeth's felt as delicate as a bird's. Then Joseph guided her away, up to Temple Walk. Looking after them, I saw how desperately thin she was.

'Will she recover, do you think?' Barak asked.

'I don't know. At least now she will have a chance.'

'Have you seen Lady Honor?' He looked at me with frank curiosity. 'I heard she's left London.'

I laughed. 'You hear everything. No, I shall not see Lady Honor again.'

'I am sorry.'

'It was a matter of status,' I said heavily. 'That means everything to her, you know. As it did to old Madam Wentworth.' I frowned. 'No, that was bitterness talking. But all those formal banquets and receptions would have bored me; I am better off as a mere jobbing lawyer.' I sighed. 'I shall go back to the Inns and pick up my cases; burrow into my books again.' I stood up. 'Get Bealknap into Chancery.'

'Watch out for Richard Rich. You've made an enemy there.'

'I can deal with that. In fact,' I took a deep breath, 'I rather enjoy that side of things, using the law to right wrongs. Where one can.'

'How is Master Skelly?'

'I saw him this morning. Fine with his glasses. Though still rather slow.' I looked out over the water. 'How easy it is to make victims of people,' I said quietly. 'How humanity is addicted to that sin. I made a victim of Skelly, Elizabeth's family made a far worse victim of her. Reformers have made victims of papists, and now the reformers are being victimized in their turn. Will it never end?' I stared north, towards Smithfield, where the fires would be lit now. The smoke would be visible from Chancery Lane; it takes much fuel to burn a living man to ashes. How they would suffer.

'People shouldn't let themselves be made victims,' Barak said.

'They cannot always help themselves. Not if they are ground down too far, or too often.'

'Perhaps.'

I looked at him. There was an idea I had been turning over in my mind for several days. I was not at all sure it was a good one.

'I have Godfrey's cases now as well as my own. I have a great deal of work to catch up on and more will come in. The population of London grows increasingly litigious by the day. I need more help than Skelly can give; I need an assistant, someone to exchange ideas with, do some of the investigative work. I suppose you are unemployed now?'

He looked at me in surprise. I was not taken in; I had guessed from the beginning he had not suggested this meeting entirely out of good will.

'I'll not get work with the government again. I'm known too well as Lord Cromwell's man.'

'Do you think you could work for me? Is that dog Latin of yours up to it?'

'I should think so.'

'Are you sure you want to stay in London? There are rumours of plague out at Islington.'

He shrugged contemptuously. 'There's always plague.'

'The work will be boring sometimes. You will have to get used to legal language, learn to understand it rather than mock it. You'll have to knock off some of your rough edges, learn to address barristers and judges with respect. And stop calling everyone you don't like arseholes.'

'Even Bealknap?'

'I'll make an exception there. And you'll have to call me sir.'

Barak bit his lip and wrinkled his nose, as though in an agony of indecision. It was all pretence, of course; I had come to know his ways too well to be taken in. I had to prevent myself from laughing.