C.J. Sansom - Heartstone

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Summer, 1545. England is at war. Henry VIII's invasion of France has gone badly wrong, and a massive French fleet is preparing to sail across the Channel. As the English fleet gathers at Portsmouth, the country raises the largest militia army it has ever seen. The King has debased the currency to pay for the war, and England is in the grip of soaring inflation and economic crisis. Meanwhile Matthew Shardlake is given an intriguing legal case by an old servant of Queen Catherine Parr. Asked to investigate claims of 'monstrous wrongs' committed against a young ward of the court, which have already involved one mysterious death, Shardlake and his assistant Barak journey to Portsmouth. Once arrived, Shardlake and Barak find themselves in a city preparing to become a war zone; and Shardlake takes the opportunity to also investigate the mysterious past of Ellen Fettipace, a young woman incarcerated in the Bedlam. The emerging mysteries around the young ward, and the events that destroyed Ellen's family nineteen years before, involve Shardlake in reunions both with an old friend and an old enemy close to the throne. Events will converge on board one of the King's great warships, primed for battle in Portsmouth harbour: the Mary Rose...

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This was unexpected. How could Ellen be held in the Bedlam if there was no order of lunacy? Mylling rose, his knees creaking. Then we both jumped at the sound of a clap of thunder through the half-open door. Underground as we were, it was still loud.

'Listen to that,' Mylling said. 'What a noise. As though God himself were sending his fury crashing down on us.'

'He'd have cause, given what goes on in this place,' I said with sudden bitterness.

Mylling raised his lantern and looked at me. 'It's the King's wish, sir, everything that happens here. He is our Sovereign Lord and Head of the Church, too. What he orders must be enough to satisfy our consciences.' I thought, perhaps he believes what he is saying, perhaps that is how he is able to do this.

'I'm sorry I couldn't find your lunatic,' Mylling said.

'Well, sometimes knowing what is not on record can be useful.'

Mylling looked at me, eyes bright with curiosity and maybe some deeper emotion. 'I hope you find your witnesses for the Curteys case, sir,' he said quietly. 'What happened to Michael Calfhill? I can see nothing good, though Master Sewster wouldn't say.'

I looked at him. 'He killed himself.'

Mylling looked at me with his sharp dark eyes. 'I wouldn't have thought he'd have done that. He seemed so relieved to have made the application.' He shook his grey head, then led the way back into the corridors. I heard the chink of gold again.

Chapter Six

STEPPING OUTSIDE, I blinked in unexpectedly clear light. The flagstones of the passageway were covered with hailstones, shining under a sky that was bright blue again. The air was fresher, suddenly cool. I walked away carefully, crunchy slipperiness under my feet. In Palace Yard people who had taken shelter from the storm in doorways were emerging again.

I decided to walk to Barak's house, which lay on my way home, and see if he was back. By the time I reached the great Charing Cross the hailstones had melted away, the ground only a little damp underfoot. As I passed the fine new houses of the rich lining the Strand, my thoughts were on Ellen. How could she have been placed in the Bedlam without a certificate of lunacy? Someone had been paid well to take her in and was still being paid. I realized she was at liberty to walk out of the place tomorrow; but there was the paradox, for that was the last thing she could do.

I turned into Butcher Lane, a short street of two-storey houses. Barak and Tamasin rented the ground floor of a neat little house, painted in pleasing colours of yellow and green. I knocked at the door, and it was answered by Goodwife Marris; a stout woman in her forties, Jane Marris normally had an air of cheerful competence. Today, however, she looked worried.

'Is Mistress Tamasin all right?' I asked anxiously.

' She 's all right,' Jane replied with a touch of asperity. 'It's the master that isn't.'

She showed me into the tidy little parlour with its view on a small garden bright with flowers. Tamasin sat on a heap of cushions, hands cradling her belly. Her face was streaked with tears, her expression angry. Barak sat on a hard chair against the wall, shamefaced. I looked from one to the other. 'What's amiss?'

Tamasin cast a glare at her husband. 'We've had that officer back. Jack's only got himself conscripted into the army, the fool.'

'What? But they're looking for single men.'

'It's because he flipped his fingers at the man. And he answered him back today. Jack thinks he can do as he likes. Thinks he's still Thomas Cromwell's favoured servant, not just a law clerk.'

Barak winced. 'Tammy—'

'Don't Tammy me. Sir, can you help us? He's been told to go to Cheapside Cross in three days' time to be sworn in.'

'Sworn straight in? Not even sent to a View of Arms?'

Barak looked at me. 'He said he could see I was fit—lusty in body and able to keep the weather, he said. And he wouldn't listen to argument, just started shouting. Said I'd been chosen and that was that.' He sighed. 'Tammy's right, it's because I was insolent.'

'Recruiters are supposed to pick the best men, not indulge their disfavours.' I sighed. 'What was his name?'

'Goodryke.'

'All right, I will go to Alderman Carver tomorrow.' I looked at Barak seriously. 'The officer will probably want paying off, you realize that.'

'We've some money set aside,' he said quietly.

'Yes,' Tamasin shot back. 'For the baby.' Her eyes filled with tears.

Barak shrugged. 'Might as well spend it now. Its value's going down every day. Oh, God's death, Tammy, don't start throwing snot around again.'

I expected Tamasin to shout back at him, but she only sighed and spoke quietly. 'Jack, I wish you'd accept your status in life, live quietly. Why must you always fight with people? Why can't you be at peace?'

'I'm sorry,' he answered humbly. 'I should have thought. We'll be all right, Master Shardlake will help us.'

She closed her eyes. 'I'm tired,' she said. 'Leave me for a while.'

'Jack,' I said quickly, 'let's go out and discuss this case. I've some interesting news. I know where we can get a pie—' Barak hesitated, but I could see Tamasin was best left alone for a while.

Outside the door, he shook his head. 'That was some storm,' he said.

'Ay. The hailstones were thick on the ground at Westminster.'

He nodded back at the house. 'I meant in there.'

I laughed. 'She's right. You are incorrigible.'

* * *

WE WENT TO a tavern near Newgate jail frequented by law students and jobbing solicitors. It was busy already. A group of students sat drinking with half a dozen apprentices round a large table. The barriers of class, I had noticed, were becoming blurred among young men of military age. They were well on in their cups, singing the song that had become popular after our defeat of the Scots at Solway Moss three years before.

'King Jamey, Jemmy, Jocky my Jo;

Ye summoned our King, why did ye so—'

And now apparently the Scots are waiting to fall on us, I thought, reinforced by thousands of French troops. Hardly surprising since the King had been chivalrously waging war on their infant Queen Mary for three years. Looking at the group, I saw an older man among them, and recognized the scarred face and eyepatch of my steward. Coldiron, his face flushed, was singing along lustily. I remembered it was his night off.

'Go to the hatch and get me a beer and a pie,' I told Barak. 'I'm going to sit there.' I nodded to a table screened from the body of the tavern by a partition.

Barak returned with two mugs of beer and two mutton pies. He sat down heavily, and looked at me apologetically. 'I'm sorry,' he said.

'Tamasin is in a great chafe.'

'She's right, I know. I shouldn't have given that arsehole a flea in his ear. Soldiers are touchy. Did you hear—a band of German mercenaries made a riot up at Islington this morning? Wanted more pay to go to Scotland.'

'The English troops are going quietly enough.'

'Can you get me out of it?' he asked seriously.

'I hope so. You know I'll do what I can.' I shook my head. 'I saw a hundred men from the Trained Bands setting out from Westminster Stairs earlier. And at Lincoln's Inn I heard there are twelve thousand men in the navy. Sixty thousand militia on the Channel coast, thirty thousand in Essex. Twenty thousand on the Scottish border. Dear God.'

Beyond the partition, one of the carousing youngsters shouted, 'We'll find every last damned French spy in London! Slimy gamecock swine, they're no match for plain Englishmen!'

'He'd feel different if he had a wife and child.' Barak took a bite of his pie and a long swig of beer.

'If you were their age again and single, would you not be singing along with them?'

'No. I've never run with the crowd, particularly if it's heading over a cliff.' Barak wiped his mouth, took another swig.

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