C.J. Sansom - Heartstone

'I am heartily glad.'

'You know what has helped me? Keeping Coldiron in order. By Jesu, he was an insolent rogue that first week. But I did not let him get away with his tricks. I called him out for his insolence, as I said in my letter. Then he was quiet and obedient for a while, but last week he got angry with Josephine again—'

'You said.'

'He set about her with a ladle. I took it off him.'

'Good. I have asked him to come in here shortly. But first I have something to tell you about him, something I did not trust to a letter in case the rogue opened it.'

I related what the soldier in Portsmouth had told me about Josephine's origin, and Coldiron's desertion after stealing his company's funds. 'He is a wanted man,' I concluded.

'It does not surprise me,' Guy said quietly. 'What are you going to do?'

I answered grimly, 'You will see.'

A few minutes later there was a knock and Coldiron entered. He took up a military stance in the middle of the floor. I said, 'Well, Coldiron. Or, I should say, William Pile.'

He did not move, but his stance stiffened.

'I met an old comrade of yours in Portsmouth. Someone you used to play cards with. One John Saddler.'

Coldiron took a deep breath. 'I remember Saddler. A dishonourable fellow. Soldiers with a grievance tell lies readily, sir.'

'He was at Flodden with you, when you were a purser in the rear. He remembered how later you took Josephine from France when she was a small girl.'

He gulped, his Adam's apple moving up and down in his stringy throat. His voice rose. 'Lies,' he said. 'Lies and slander—yes, slander. I rescued Jojo from a burning French village, I saved her life.'

'No, you didn't. You took her like a chattel when you decided to desert, having stolen your company's money. A hanging offence.'

'It's all lies!' Coldiron shouted. He swallowed, brought himself under control. His voice turned wheedling. 'Why would you believe Saddler, sir? A vicious liar. Old soldiers never get any justice,' he added pathetically.

'Easy enough to make enquiries. Then you will get the justice you deserve.'

His face took on a hunted look. 'Does Josephine know who she really is?' I asked sharply.

'She remembers the burning village, her life in camp. She knows I gave her a life, a place in the world. I rescued her, I'm all she has. I treated her as my daughter.'

'Guy,' I said, 'would you do me a small favour? Go and fetch Josephine.'

Coldiron turned to him as he went to the door. 'Sir,' he said pleadingly, 'you don't believe these lies?'

Guy did not answer. When he had gone Coldiron and I stood facing each other. He licked his lips. 'Sir, please don't report this. If it came to a trial they might believe Saddler's lies.'

'They will be able to check what he says with the company records. Then we will have the truth.'

'Just let Josephine and me go,' he said pleadingly. 'We'll leave, as soon as you like. Though I'm an old man, injured in the King's service—'

'Injured when you were caught cheating at cards, I heard.'

His face twisted with anger for a moment, but he said no more. The door opened again and Guy came in. Josephine trailed after him, looking afraid.

'Sir,' she said at once. 'Have I done something wrong? Father—'

'Shut your face, Jojo,' Coldiron told her warningly. 'Keep quiet.'

I said, 'Josephine, you are not in trouble. But I know William Coldiron is not your father. Coldiron is not even his real name.'

Josephine had been shifting nervously from foot to foot but now she became very still, her face watchful, eyes narrowed. And I realized her stupidity and clumsiness were largely an act. A part she had grown used to playing for Coldiron over the years, as Emma Curteys had learned to play the part of her brother. No doubt that was how Coldiron liked her to be—silly, clumsy, dependent.

'When I was in Portsmouth,' I continued. 'I learned some things about Master Coldiron. How he really got his injury—'

'It was at Flodden, sir,' she said.

'Lies. And he deserted from his company years later, when he took you.'

She looked at Guy. He nodded. She turned to Coldiron. 'You said you had to leave, Father, the men were going to do bad things to me and you wanted to protect me—'

'I said shut up,' Coldiron hissed, 'you stupid clumsy French mare.'

She stopped speaking at once. 'I am going to let you go, Coldiron,' I said. 'I will not report your crimes—I would not have your disgrace visited on Josephine. Go now. But you, Josephine, I would like you to stay and work for me. If you want to.'

Her lip trembled. 'But sir, you know—Dr Malton knows—how useless I am.'

'You are,' Coldiron said hotly. 'You need me to look after you, stop you messing everything up.'

I turned to her. 'That is not true.'

'We will look after you, Josephine,' Guy said gently. She looked between us, then her face crumpled and she raised her hands to her face, sobbing. Guy walked over and patted her shoulder.

'Leave her alone, you brown shit!' Coldiron shouted out. 'And you, you crookback bastard! You've always been against me; you hate soldiers, any real men, that aren't weaklings and cripples and cowards—'

Suddenly I lost all reason. I ran at him. Coldiron jerked away in surprise as I grasped him by the shoulders, turned him round and marched him into the hall. Simon and Timothy had heard the raised voices and were standing in the kitchen doorway, open-mouthed.

'Tim!' I shouted. 'Open the door!'

Coldiron howled, 'No, not in front of the boys! No!' He struggled as Timothy ran and threw open the door. I propelled Coldiron through it. He went flying, landing face down on the ground at the bottom of the steps. He howled like a stuck pig, then turned and stared up at me. As I slammed the door in his face the best thing was that just behind me Coldiron saw Simon and Timothy laughing and clapping their hands.

I RETURNED TO the parlour. Josephine sat at the table, calmer now, Guy beside her. She looked up at me, a direct look rather than her usual averted gaze. 'Is he gone, sir?' she asked tremulously.

I breathed hard. My shoulders were hurting now. 'Yes, he is.'

Guy asked gently, 'Do you remember your last name, Josephine, from when you were small?'

'No.' She bowed her head. 'But I remember the village, the house burning.' She looked up at me. 'I remember some of the soldiers in the camp were kind. But then he took me away.' Then she gave a deep sigh. 'How will I manage without him?'

Guy said, 'Do you wish to? You could still follow him.'

'But I am nobody, nothing.'

'We do not think so, or we would not have asked you to stay.'

Josephine jumped violently as a loud knocking sounded at the front door. She grabbed Guy's hand. 'He has come back! Sir, he will be angry, help me please—'

I strode out and opened the door. Simon and Timothy were still standing beside it, their faces gleeful. I threw it open. Coldiron stood on the step. He quailed for a moment at my expression, then said, 'My things, sir. The money in my chest, my clothes, my little mementos—you can't keep them!' His voice rose to a shout. 'It's not legal! And I'm due wages! Keep Jojo, keep her, but I want my wages!'

I turned to the boys. 'Go to Coldiron's room, put everything in his chest, bring it down and put it outside. No need to be too careful in packing it.' Coldiron had stepped forward, he was trying to get back in, but I slammed the door in his face once more.

'Yes, sir!' Timothy ran quickly away up the stairs. I thought, I am setting a bad example to these boys. As Simon turned to follow I put a hand on his shoulder. 'Wait,' I said.

'Yes, sir?'

I looked into the thin face beneath the untidy blond hair. He was as tall as me now. I asked quietly, 'Do you still want to be a soldier?'