Michael Jecks - The Malice of Unnatural Death

‘Are you all right, Baldwin?’

‘Yes. I couldn’t sleep.’

Simon considered asking about the scenes of death and destruction during the siege of Acre, but a look at Baldwin’s pale featurespersuaded him that the best cure for his friend would be to ignore his memories and hope that in time they would fade.

‘It was that fool of a coroner, I suppose. He makes enough noise to waken the dead. It’s a miracle all the corpses from thecathedral haven’t risen and walked out of the city to find a quieter cemetery.’

Baldwin smiled feebly at Simon’s attempt at lightness, but then he shook his head. ‘I am worried, Simon. The idea keeps tearingat me that the murderer could escape the city and punishment. We cannot permit the killer of a king’s messenger to escape. It is not to be borne.’

‘All we can do, we are doing. What more do you expect?’

‘I do not know. But I wish to be away from here and home again. I wish that with all my heart.’

There was a knock at their door, and a moment later Rob walked in with a bundle of twigs bound into faggots in his arms. ‘Thehost says if you want a warm, he’s lighting the fire and will soon have some ale spiced and hot for you.’

‘That sounds like the best offer we are likely to receive today,’ Simon said with enthusiasm.

Rob nodded and was about to leave when Simon caught something in his expression. ‘Are you all right, boy? You’re quieter than usual.’

‘I am fine, master. Just thinking, that’s all.’

Simon was going to ask him what the matter was, but from experience he knew full well that Rob’s concerns were more likelyto be based upon brother Robert calling him a ‘boy’ or the quality of the sleeping quarters here at the inn than anythingworthwhile, so he was more testy than usual when he asked, ‘If it’s just you thinking about your next meal, stop that andtell us whether you saw anything interesting yesterday. Did the man who would be abbot have any other adventures after hefound the body in the undercroft?’

‘No. That was all the excitement he could take at the time.’

‘Fine. At least he is behaving himself. Hopefully after the surprise of finding Walter down there, he’ll be a little lesskeen to wander the city. That would be one less problem for me.’

‘In the meantime, I should go and tell the bishop what we have discovered so far, and about the body of Walter,’ Baldwin said.

‘Don’t forget the girl Sarra,’ Simon reminded him.

‘I haven’t,’ Baldwin admitted heavily. ‘But that young girl’s murderer is the responsibility of the sheriff in so many ways, I cannot become worried about her. She was from the sheriff’s household, and if there is one thing that seems certain abouther, it is that she is seeking revenge on the sheriff himself. Surely he has enough men about him to protect him from onegirl. No, I am more concerned with these other deaths. No one should dare to hurt a king’s messenger — and the man who didso probably killed two others as well. Someone who would dare that must be uniquely dangerous.’

‘Or driven by a powerful motive.’

‘As you say.’

‘Do you still believe that the murderer might be someone from Coventry?’

‘The more I think of it, the more I am convinced of it. Who else would have dared to kill a king’s man, if not someone whofeared to be recognised? And Robinet was there with the messenger that night and thought that he might have recognised someone- it makes sense.’

‘Put like that, yes, it does,’ Simon agreed. ‘Although there could be many other explanations.’

‘Yes. But none would appear to make so much sense.’

‘So what should we do?’

‘Everything in our power to find this man and capture him before he can harm anyone else. We need a good description of thefellow so that we may have it broadcast to the city … but the only man who knew him has been killed. Robinet can hardlybe thought of as reliable, since he was himself very drunk at the time he saw the man.’

‘So we are no further forward,’ Simon said heavily.

‘No. Yet there must be some way of finding the man. There must be!’

‘In a city of this size? You would have to be very fortunate.’

Baldwin nodded distractedly, but he had returned to peering out through the window at the morning. He could not see a waythrough the mists that enveloped the murders.

Ivo was happy as he returned to his mother’s home that morning. The night had been cold, but there were three taverns which had provided him with warmed, spiced ale, and there was a brazier out near the Palace Gate which had been enoughto warm his fingers for short periods. But for much of the time he was involved in his mother’s business.

There were several women in the city who, like his mother, had found themselves widowed while still young. Some would occasionallytake in a man and be happy to pay a little to Ivo and Edie for recommending them to their clients. It was an occasional, intermittenttrade, but welcome for all that. Then there was the other business. Ivo’s position as a beadle made them a good profit fromrobberies.

They would learn quickly of any items that had been taken by a cut-purse or robber, and either take a commission to find thestolen goods, or at the least charge the thief for pawning them. There was little trade in the city that Edie was not awareof within a short space of time.

It was not a hard job to find out where the man had gone. There was a bawd down the alley that led north from Stepecote Street,who sometimes took in Edie’s men. She had heard the kerfuffle when the body of that man was found in the undercroft, and itmade her think, because only a little while before that she had been walking up the street from the river, and she had seena man leave the place and make his way to Michael’s house. She hadn’t thought much of it at the time, because she had beenbusy, but now …

Yes. And Ivo thought so too. She had described him in some detail, because, as she said, he didn’t look quite the sort ofman Michael would have befriended. Yet there he was. A tall, thin old man with piercing eyes and a stubble of white riminghis chin.

She had earned herself another penny with that news, for Ivo believed in repaying loyalty, and she could have told anyone else. He was not sure what value he could put on the information,but that it would be useful he had no doubt, and as he walked down the alley to his mother’s house he whistled to himself. It was still early. She wouldn’t be awake yet, but he could make himself some warmed cider with honey and set the oats tosoak for his breakfast.

It was with this cheery thought that he set his thumb to the latch and his shoulder to the door. And at that moment he feltthe sharpness under his ear.

‘Don’t shout, master watchman. I want to speak sensibly to you and discuss how much I shall pay you.’

‘Shall we go in?’ Ivo said hopefully.

‘No. We shall remain out here for now.’

Ivo turned slowly and carefully and saw that it was the man from the night before. ‘Why do you threaten me with steel, when I am doing your bidding?’

‘Why did you remain up in the bedchamber instead of coming down to see me?’

‘It seemed better to be up there. How did you know I was there?’

‘I didn’t. But there was a staff by the door. I felt sure that the old woman must have had someone there with her.’

‘I have what you need.’

‘And I have money. Where is he?’

‘Let me fetch some breakfast and …’

‘No. You are taking me there right now, watchman.’

‘Don’t you trust me?’ Ivo said sorrowfully. There was no need for an answer.

The streets at this time of the day were almost empty. Only the very earliest hawkers had made the effort to rise and crytheir wares. Shivering and ill-clad for the most part, these young girls and youths stood at street corners with bunches of herbs, or small hemp strings, hoping to sell all theirstocks as soon as possible that they might leave and find a fire somewhere to fight off the bitter wind that blew straightfrom the east.