“I see,” said Locke, after a few moments. “So you expect me to release your friend Smythe so that he can go and gather witnesses for the defense, or so you say, while in fact he may go and gather sheriff’s men to come back here with him? Do you take me for an utter fool?”
“Nothing was further from my mind,” said Shakespeare. “Why, the very last thing that I would wish to do is incur any enmity among this company. I think all here would understand how that could be unwise for a man in my position.”
This brought on general laughter. Smythe was not laughing, however. He thought his friend had lost his senses, acting as if this were a play and the people all around him merely groundlings. Damn it, Will, he thought, all the world is not a stage!
“What I propose,” Shakespeare continued, “is that my friend be released in the company of several members of this court, so that they may accompany him upon his errand. In that way, they would ensure he does it properly and returns, and at the same time they could function to persuade said witnesses to come and testify before this court, for it strikes me that such witnesses just might require some slight persuasion.”
Again, this brought on laughter and more shouts of encouragement. Smythe saw Moll Cutpurse lean over toward Locke and say something in his ear. Locke listened for a moment, then nodded and banged his hammer several times to bid the audience be quiet.
“Very well, Master Shakespeare,” he said. “The court has decided, in all fairness, to grant you your request. Your friend shall be allowed to leave to summon whatever witnesses you choose. You may confer with him in this regard and instruct him how so e’er you wish. But mark you, he shall be accompanied, as you propose, by several members of this court, and if he should so much as attempt to give someone a signal or a message, or else attempt to break away from those we send to escort him, then things shall not go well with either him or you… for we know well who you are and where you may be found and what company you keep, and there shall be no hiding from the thieves Guild, you may rest assured.”
Shakespeare bowed. “I quite understand,” he said. “And I do humbly thank this court for fairly granting my request.”
“In the meantime,” Locke continued, “we shall stand in recess for one hour, and then this court shall go forward with the prosecution. And when your witnesses are brought back to this court, if any are brought back to this court, then you may call them and state your case. You shall be given until midnight. If by then your witnesses have not appeared, then we shall conclude without them. You may now instruct your friend as to which witnesses you wish for him to summon to this court. Our esteemed colleague Moll Cutpurse will escort him, together with some members of her company, to make certain that things proceed accordingly.”
“I thank the court,” said Shakespeare, and hurried back to Smythe.
“You have completely lost your mind,” said Smytbe. “‘What in God’s name do you think you are doing?”
‘Trying to determine the truth,“ Shakespeare replied. ”I had hoped to be done with this entire sad affair, but it seems that the fates have bound us up in it inextricably, and now the only thing to do is see it through. We must act quickly now, and think more quickly still, for time is of the essence. We have only until midnight…“
Elizabeth was becoming exasperated. She had tried her best to explain to Portia about the danger she was in, but despite all of her efforts, Portia still refused to leave. Her eyes looked dark and sunken, she appeared gaunt from eating poorly, if she ate at all, and there was a haunted quality about her gaze that reminded Elizabeth of some frightened little animal. But for all that, she was stubborn and kept sitting in her chair and shaking her head that she did not wish to go.
“You try to reason with her,” Elizabeth said to Winifred in frustration. “I am reaching the end of my rope. Another shake of that head and so help me, I shall scream!”
“You must calm yourself, Elizabeth, please,” Winifred replied. “In her grief, perhaps she does not truly understand.”
“Then make her understand, for goodness sake!” Elizabeth replied, throwing up her hands. “This is taking us entirely too much time! We do not have all night! You try to talk some sense into her while I go and pack her things!”
“Portia,” Winifred said, crouching down before her and taking both her hands, “Portia, dear, please… listen to me. Elizabeth only has your best interests at heart, you know. We understand that you came here to be with her because you felt safe here. However, ‘tis no longer safe for you here, can you understand that? Some terrible men came and took away your father, took him away I know not where, and I very much fear for his safety.”
Portia simply looked away from her without saying a word.
Winifred took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the girl’s hands. “Portia, dear, you must listen to me, please. Those men who came and broke into your house and tied me up and took your father… those men were asking about you. We believe that they were sent by Charles Locke… Thomas’s father. Do you understand, Portia? He is an angry man, Portia, grief-stricken in his own way, just like you, and he wishes revenge for his son’s death!”
She turned and looked at Winifred.
“You understand now, don’t you?” Winifred continued earnestly. “We simply cannot remain here any longer. We have already tarried far too long. ‘Tis growing late, and there is a chance that they may find us here, that they may find you here. Please, Portia, please.! We must leave now.”
Portia looked down, nodded, then slowly stood.
“Good,” said Winifred, feeling enormously relieved. “Come now, I shall help you with your cloak.”
A short while later, they came downstairs, with Elizabeth carrying her bag.
“Is the coach still waiting?” Winifred asked nervously.
“He had better still be waiting, or he shall not receive the extra wages that I had promised him,” Elizabeth replied, handing Winifred the bag. “Go on, I shall be with you presently. Let me first instruct the servants what to do and what to say should anybody come.”
A few moments later, she pulled up the hood of her cloak and ran out into the rain. The coach was waiting, and Winifred and Portia had already climbed inside. The door was open, and the coachman was already up and waiting in his seat, prepared to leave the moment she got in. Thank Heaven, she thought, we are still in time.
She called out their destination to the coachman, stepped up into the coach, and shut the door behind her. At once, the coachman gave a yell and whipped up the horses, and the coach moved off with a lurch and gathered speed.
With a shock, Elizabeth suddenly realized that both Winifred and Portia were sitting blindfolded in their seats, their hands bound together in their laps. And they were not alone.
“Good evenin‘,” said a dark-cloaked figure, sitting in the seat across from her, next to Winifred. Elizabeth gasped as she felt her bodkin quickly plucked from her belt inside her cloak. “yell not be needin’ that, methinks.”
It took a moment for Elizabeth to get over her initial shock. Winifred sat beside the stranger, pale and frozen with fear. Portia sat stiff and immobile.
“Nice little blade, this. Bit small for serious work, else I just might be tempted. Tell ye what… be a good lass an‘ give me no trouble, an’ I just might give it back to ye when we are done.”
Elizabeth stared at her captor with sudden realization. “Why, you are a woman!” Winifred gasped with disbelief.
“I was last time I looked,” Moll Cutpurse replied. “But then he is not,” she added, jerking her head toward the coach window. Elizabeth looked and caught her breath as she saw a swarthy face grinning in at her. There was a man hanging on to the outside of the coach. “An‘ neither is he,” Moll added yet again, jerking her head toward the other window, in the coach door where Elizabeth had gotten in. There, too, a man was clinging to the outside of the coach, leering in at them. “An’ there are three more up top,” said Moll, pointing at the roof. “So be a good lass an‘ put this on, eh?” She tossed a blindfold onto Elizabeth’s lap.