C.J. Sansom - Revelation

'Oh, you're here, then,' he said. 'I've had notification of a hearing at the Court of Requests, about my care of Adam Kite. It's next week, the fourth.'

'Good,' I said. 'They've let you know. It is to ask you to report on him regularly.'

'I've got no time to go running to courts. You're saying I don't take care of him.'

I bent close to him, catching an odour of foul breath and drink. 'Nor do you, rogue. But the court order will ensure you will. Now let me in, I have to see my client.'

He stood back, surprised by the anger in my voice. I stepped past him, feeling the better for snapping. The shouting was louder now.

'There's a man who says he's a doctor waiting for you,' Shawms said. 'Skin as dark as coal. As if it's not enough having that madwag boy upsetting everyone, now you have to bring a blackamoor here to affright Christian folk. The Chained Scholar saw him pass, though, in that robe of his. Thought it was the Cambridge don who denied him a post, burned black in Hell and returned from the grave to torment him.' He paused, and then said, 'Come and see, sir, see what I have to contend with!'

He stumped off down the corridor. I followed him, reluctantly, but thought again that I should know as much as possible about what went on here.

A viewing hatch was open in one of the last rooms in the corridor. Through it I saw Hob Gebons and another keeper struggling to chain a middle-aged man in a dirty white shirt and black hose. He had a long, ascetic face beneath thinning brown hair. He was quiet now, panting with exhaustion. The two keepers had shackled his hands together before him, and one was manacling his ankle to a chain on the floor. I shuddered, for the sight brought back my brief but terrifying experience of the Tower of London.

'Is this necessary?' I asked Shawms.

There was a clinking sound as the man turned to look at us. His eyes widened as he saw the lawyer's robe beneath my coat. In a second his face went wild, and he tried to break free of the warders and fly at me. 'A lawyer now,' he yelled. 'First Pellman's ghost and now the devil sends a lawyer to torment me!'

'Stay still,' Gebons growled. 'Madwag!' He turned to the door. 'Please close the hatch, Master Shawms.' Shawms nodded, closed the door and turned to me. 'You see what I have to deal with? He'd scratch your face off if he could. His family pay for him to be kept here, or God knows what he would do. Now, I'll take you to see Dr Malton. I put him in the parlour so the patients could have a gawp at him. The ones in there are all right,' he added. 'They're not violent.' I followed him, still shocked by the scholar's savage lunge.

THE PARLOUR was full today. The old woman Cissy sat in her corner sewing, while a man and two women played cards at a table. It was a normal enough scene. The keeper Ellen, who had been with Cissy before and had said she would never leave the Bedlam, was not there. I was disappointed, for she had intrigued me. Guy sat on a stool by the fire, ignoring the curious looks Cissy and the card-players gave him, his brown hands folded in his lap. He seemed, as he occasionally did in company which might be hostile, to have retreated quietly into himself.

'Guy,' I said. 'Thank you for coming. Have I kept you waiting?' He stood up. 'I got here early.' He smiled gently. 'The residents seem to find me interesting.'

'Let us go and see Adam.' I stepped to the door, keen to get Guy away from those curious eyes. Then one of the card-players, a tall woman in her forties, jumped to her feet, sending her chair crashing over, making me start violently.

'Jane—' The other woman grabbed her arm, but she shook herself free, and stood before us. To my amazement she bent, took the hem of her skirt and lifted it up, revealing her privy parts, a bush of greying hair against white skin. She leered at us.

'Shouldn't go without seeing this.' She laughed wildly. 'Oh, shame, wicked shame,' Cissy cried from the corner. The other card-players seized Jane's arms so that her skirt fell back into place. She began laughing hysterically.

Guy laid a hand on my arm. 'Come,' he said. We stepped outside.

'Dear God,' I said.

From behind us Jane's wild laughter turned to tears as the others remonstrated with her, calling her wicked, a base whore. Guy shook his head. 'I could feel the suffering in that room while I waited, behind those people's curious eyes.'

'You're about to see worse. Shawms!' I called out.

The keeper did not reappear, but the woman Ellen emerged from a nearby room. A bunch of keys dangled from the belt of her grey smock. She stared at Guy for a moment, then turned to me.

'What is it, sir? What's that noise in the parlour?'

'One of the women made—' I felt myself reddening—'made an exhibition

'Jane, I expect.' She sighed. 'Are you here to see Adam Kite? I'll let you in, then I must go to the parlour.'

She led us to Adam's cell, opening the viewing hatch and looking in before unlocking and opening the door. I heard the rapid murmur of prayer from within.

'He's as usual, sir,' she said. 'And now, I must see to the others.' With a quick curtsy, she turned and walked to the parlour, cutting off a hubbub of noise as she closed the door. The Chained Scholar seemed to have gone quiet.

'A woman keeper,' Guy said. 'Remarkable.'

'She at least seems to be kind to the patients. She warned me against Shawms. But now, we must go inside. I warn you, this is — bad.'

'I am ready,' he answered quietly.

I led the way in. The notice from the court had had an effect: the room smelt better, there was a small fire in the grate, fresh rushes were on the floor, and Adam wore clean clothes. But he was as before, a creature of skin and bone crouched in a corner, his back to us, praying quickly, desperately. 'God, please tell me I am saved, saved by Your grace

Guy looked at Adam for a second, then hitched up his robe and crouched down beside him with a litheness remarkable in a man of his age. He looked into Adam's face. Adam gave him a quick sidelong look. His eyes widened a little as he registered Guy's unusual colour, but only for a moment, then he turned his head away and began praying again.

Guy twisted his head to try and look into the boy's eyes. He waited till Adam paused for breath, and asked softly, 'Adam, why do you believe God has abandoned you?'

Something flickered in Adam's eyes, and I saw that a connection had been made. 'No,' he whispered fiercely. 'If I pray, abase myself before Him, He will show me I am saved!’

'Will you not rise? I would like to talk to you and I am too old to squat on a stone floor.' Gently, he reached out to take Adam's arm. At once the boy's face set hard, he clenched his teeth and curled his body tighter. Guy released him. 'All right,' he said quietly. 'The poor old man will just have to crouch.'

'Who are you?' A whisper from Adam, the first words I had heard from him that were not frantic entreaties to the Deity.

'I am a doctor. I want to find out why you think God has abandoned you.'

'He has not,' Adam said fiercely.

'But He will not give you assurance you are saved?'

'Not yet. I have read the Bible and I pray, I pray.' Tears came to his eyes. 'But his assurance will not come.'

'That is hard.'

'Reverend Meaphon prayed with me for days, he fasted me as the Book prescribes. But I only fainted.'

'You pray so hard,' Guy asked gently, 'would you hear God if He answered you?'

Adam frowned, looked at Guy suspiciously. 'How could I not hear Him?'

'Because of your fear that is so strong it drowns everything. Is it Hell you fear?'

'The eternal burning,' Adam whispered, so low Guy had to bend close to him. 'Last night I had a dream.'

'What was it?'

'I was in a coach, such as rich persons are driven in. A black coach, four black horses pulling it. We were driving along a country lane, the fields brown and the trees bare. I wondered where I was being taken. Then we passed through a village and the people came out to their doorsteps and said, "He is being driven deeper into Hell. Deeper and deeper. Woe for the pains he will suffer, he is so bad he must be taken to the very depths!" I looked ahead and I saw a red glow on the horizon, felt a sulphurous heat.'