‘Maister still sleeps. Sir,’ she added suddenly, ‘if he goes to London, you – you will take care of him?’
‘As though he were my own father.’
‘How is he, maister? That physician won’t say, thinks I’m just a poor silly servant.’
‘Not well.’
She nodded. ‘Ay, Maister says he will never get better. I shall miss him, he has been good to me, as his wife was before him, Jesu rest her.’ She crossed herself. ‘He is a good man, for all the bad feeling there was when he quarrelled with his wife’s family. And now he seeks to make matters right, by finding young Martin.’
‘I will help him there.’
‘It was but a quarrel over politics. Maister was wrong to cut Martin off. I think he knows that.’
‘Is that what it was about?’
She bit her lip. ‘You did not know? I thought he had told you.’
‘I won’t say anything, Madge. And with God’s aid I will deliver him safe back to you.’
She nodded, her eyes full of tears but too proud to cry before me. She let me out and I walked away.
OUTSIDE, THE RAIN had stopped, but there was a cold and biting wind. I remembered the night Master Wrenne had quoted from Thomas More’s writing about the Striving between the Roses. ‘These matters be Kings’ games, as it were stage plays, and for the most part played upon scaffolds.’ I shivered again and began walking back to St Mary’s, keeping to the centre of the streets, on the lookout for shadows in doorways, a hand on the hilt of the dagger beneath my coat. It would be like this, I thought, from now on.
St Mary’s was quiet. I passed by the looming bulk of the church and made my way to the lodging house. I paused at the door, for I could hear merry voices within. I must face the law clerks again. I pushed the door open. A group of them sat before the fire playing cards, the central hall hot and fuggy with smoke. All turned to look at me, their faces full of curiosity, except for Master Cowfold, whose head Barak had threatened to smash against the wall, who looked hastily away.
‘Good evening,’ I said. ‘Is Master Barak about?’
‘He’s out, sir,’ young Kimber said.
‘With a pretty wench,’ another added, and several laughed. I nodded and went to my cubicle. I felt their eyes on my back until, with relief, I closed the door behind me, locked it and lay down on my bed.
After a while I heard the clerks leave the lodging house, making their way over to the refectory for dinner. I was hungry again but could not face all those staring eyes, and I confess I was nervous at the thought of walking to the dining hall alone. I closed my eyes, and at once fell asleep.
When I woke it was very late; the clerks had come back and gone to bed for I could hear their snores and mumbles. I went outside to the hall. The fire was low but still burning.
I decided to take a little walk outside to clear my head. No one would be about at this hour. I opened the door carefully, for it had a creak and I did not want to wake anyone. I stepped out. The clouds had passed and a moon had risen. I looked round carefully, eye out for anyone hidden in doorways, then walked round the corner of the building, where an arch led through to a path to the river.
I jumped, and my hand went to my dagger, as I heard a sound. There was a figure, two figures, crouching by the arch. ‘Who’s there!’ I called out.
Barak and Tamasin stepped out of the arch, hand in hand. I laughed with relief, thinking I had caught them kissing against the wall. Then I saw their faces. Tamasin’s eyes were wide with terror, and Barak’s face was stiff with shock.
‘What’s the matter? What in God’s name has happened?’
‘Quiet, for Jesu’s sake.’ Barak grabbed my arm and pulled me into the shadow of the arch. ‘We mustn’t be seen!’ he hissed.
‘But why? What –’
He took a deep breath. ‘Tamasin and I have been out,’ he whispered. ‘Tamasin shouldn’t be out so late.’
‘That’s not so serious. Who –’
‘We saw something, sir,’ Tamasin said. ‘Something we weren’t meant to.’
‘I know now what Oldroyd’s words meant,’ Barak breathed. ‘“No child of Henry and Catherine Howard can ever be true heir, she knows.” Oldroyd knew, Jesu knows how but he knew.’
‘Knew what? Listen, I found something at Wrenne’s house today. A copy of that Act of Parliament –’
‘Forget that!’ Barak shook his head, his eyes wide with impatience. ‘What Oldroyd knew was nothing to do with old papers. It’s here and now. And we are all three of us deeper in the shit than we could have thought possible.’
Chapter Twenty-two
I STARED AT THE TWO of them, dumbfounded. Barak leaned his head out, eyes raking the darkness in front of the lodging house.
‘Anyone there?’ Tamasin whispered.
‘No. Jesu knows where he’s gone!’
‘Who?’ I demanded.
Barak turned to me. ‘Listen, we must find somewhere we can talk.’
‘The refectory is open round the clock,’ Tamasin said. ‘So the soldiers may take their breaks there.’
‘The soldiery?’ Barak said dubiously.
‘Yes, but it will be almost empty. We could find a quiet table.’
‘What time is it?’ I asked, realizing I had no idea.
‘Near two.’ Barak nodded at Tamasin. ‘All right, let us go there.’
‘What in God’s name is this about?’ I asked, almost as rattled as they were by now.
Tamasin looked at me. ‘If we tell him he’s in danger too.’
‘He’s in danger already. Come on.’ Barak stepped out and began walking rapidly to the refectory. We followed.
The door was open, the big dining hall lit dimly by candles on the tables. The place was empty apart from a group of soldiers drinking quietly at a table near the door. The men had cast off their breastplates and plumed helmets and sat slumped heavily over their drinks, tired after standing long hours at their posts. Barak led the way to a table in the farthest corner of the room. ‘We’d best buy some ale.’ He walked off to where a bored-looking servant sat at a table next to a large barrel. Tamasin and I sat down. She bent her head and put a hand to her brow, messing her long blonde hair. Her hand, I saw, was trembling slightly. Something had shaken the girl to the core.
Barak reappeared, set three mugs down on the table and sat next to Tamasin. His place gave him a good view of the door. He leaned forward, took a deep breath, then began speaking quietly.
‘You know we went out hawking today, while the bear-baiting was on. Me and Tamasin and a party of the law clerks.’
‘Ay.’
Tamasin shook her head. ‘What a carefree day it was. I cannot believe it now.’
‘We had good hunting, then went to a village when it started raining hard. We did not get back till nightfall. We went to the lodging house, but you were fast asleep and we didn’t want to wake you. We had something to eat here. Then we went –’
‘Jack.’ Tamasin looked at me and reddened.
‘He has to know the whole story, Tammy. One of the clerks has a key to a room in the monastery complex, an office with a fire. We went –’
‘All right,’ I said. ‘I can guess the rest. But what happened to scare you so?’
‘We left the room an hour ago. Tamasin should have been back at King’s Manor long before, she sleeps in the servants’ quarters. We wondered how she would get back in, for the doors are guarded and we thought the soldiers would make a jest of us. Then we saw a door with no one outside. By the kitchen on the Queen’s side. We went down the side of the manor to see if it was unlocked. That was where we saw them.’
‘Who?’
Barak looked around the refectory, then at Tamasin. It seemed he could hardly bring himself to speak. Then he said, ‘Remember that popinjay Thomas Culpeper, that was at the cockfighting yesterday with Dereham?’
‘Ay. You said he was one of the King’s bodyservants.’
‘Bodyservant. He’s that all right.’ Barak gave a bark of nervous laughter. ‘He was standing just inside the doorway. Taking his leave of the Queen.’