К Сэнсом - Dissolution

I RETRACED MY STEPS to where a green door marked the counting house. Entering without knocking, I found myself in a room that reminded me of my own world: whitewashed walls lined with shelves of ledgers, any bare patches covered with lists and bills. Two monks sat working at desks. One, counting out coins, was elderly and rheumy-eyed. The other, frowning over a ledger, was the young bearded monk who had lost at cards the night before. Behind them stood a chest with the largest lock I had ever seen; the abbey’s funds, no doubt.

The two monks jumped to their feet at my entry. ‘Good morning,’ I said. My breath made a mist in the air, for the room was unheated. ‘I seek Brother Edwig.’

The young monk glanced at an inner door. ‘Brother Edwig is with the abbot –’

‘In there? I’ll join them.’ I passed to the inner door, ignoring a hand half-raised in protest. Opening it, I found myself facing a staircase. It led to a little landing, where a window gave a view out over the white landscape. Opposite, voices could be heard behind a door. I paused outside, but could not make out what it was they were saying. I opened the door and went in.

Abbot Fabian was speaking to Brother Edwig in peevish tones. ‘We should ask more. It doesn’t befit our status to let it go for less than three hundred …’

‘I need the money in my coffers now , Lord Abbot. If he’ll p-pay cash for the land, we should t-take it!’ Despite his stutter, there was a steely note in the bursar’s voice. Abbot Fabian looked round, disconcerted.

‘Oh, Master Shardlake –’

‘Sir, this is a private conversation,’ the bursar said, his face filled with sudden anger.

‘I am afraid there is no such thing where I am concerned. If I knocked and waited at every door, who knows what I might miss?’

Brother Edwig controlled himself, fluttering his hands, once more the fussy bureaucrat. ‘N-no, of course, forgive me. We w-were discussing the monastery finances, some lands we must sell to meet the costs of the building w-works, a mat-mat –’ His face reddened again as he struggled for words.

‘A matter of no concern to your investigation,’ the abbot finished with a smile.

‘Brother bursar, there is a relevant issue I would discuss.’ I took a seat at an oak desk with many drawers, the only furniture in the little room apart from yet more shelves of ledgers.

‘I am at your service, sir, of course.’

‘Dr Goodhaps tells me that on the day he died Commissioner Singleton was working on an account book he had obtained from your office. And that afterwards it disappeared.’

‘It did not d-disappear, sir. It was returned to the counting house.’

‘Perhaps you could tell me what it was.’

He thought a moment. ‘I cannot remember. The inffirmary accounts, I believe. We keep accounts for all the different departments – sacristy, infirmary and so on, and a central set for the whole monastery.’

‘Presumably if Commissioner Singleton took account books from you, you would keep a record.’

‘I m-most certainly would.’ He frowned petulantly. ‘But more than once he took books without telling me or my assistant, and we had to spend the day hunting for something he had taken.’

‘So there is no actual record of all he took?’

The bursar spread his arms. ‘How c-could there be, w-when he helped himself? I am s-sorry –’

I nodded. ‘All is in order now, in the counting house?’

‘Thank the Lord.’

I stood up. ‘Very well. Please have all the account books for the last twelve months brought to my room in the infirmary. Oh, and those from the departments as well.’

‘ All the books?’ The bursar could not have looked more aghast had I ordered him to remove his habit and parade naked in the snow. ‘That would be very disruptive, it would bring the work of the counting house to a halt –’

‘It will only be for one night. Maybe two.’

He seemed set to argue further, but Abbot Fabian interjected.

‘We must co-operate, Edwig. The books will be brought to you as soon as they can be fetched, Commissioner.’

‘I am obliged. Now, my lord Abbot, last night I visited that unfortunate novice. Young Whelplay.’

The abbot nodded seriously. ‘Yes. Brother Edwig and I will be visiting him later.’

‘I have the m-month’s dole accounts to check,’ the bursar muttered.

‘Nevertheless, as my most senior official after Prior Mortimus, you must accompany me.’ He sighed. ‘As a complaint has been made by Brother Guy –’

‘A serious complaint,’ I said. ‘It appears the boy might have died –’

Abbot Fabian raised a hand. ‘Rest assured, I shall investigate the matter fully.’

‘Might I ask, my lord, what exactly is the boy supposed to have done, to earn such punishment?’

The abbot’s shoulders set with tension. ‘To be frank, Master Shardlake –’

‘Yes, frankness, please –’

‘The boy does not like the new ways. The preaching in English. He is much devoted to the Latin Mass, and the chant. He fears the chant will be put in English –’

‘An unusual concern for one so young.’

‘He is very musical, he assists Brother Gabriel with his service books. He is gifted, but has opinions beyond his station. He spoke out in Chapter, although as a novice he should not –’

‘Not treasonable words, I hope, like Brother Jerome?’

‘None of my monks, sir, no one, would speak treasonable words,’ the abbot said earnestly. ‘And Brother Jerome is not part of our community.’

‘Very well. So Simon Whelplay was set to work in the stables, put on bread and water. That seems harsh.’

The abbot reddened. ‘It was not his only failing.’

I thought a moment. ‘He assists Brother Gabriel, you said. I understand Brother Gabriel has a certain history?’

The abbot fiddled nervously with the sleeve of his habit. ‘Simon Whelplay did speak in confession of – certain carnal lusts. Towards Brother Gabriel. But sins of thought, sir, only thought. Brother Gabriel did not even know. He has been pure since the – the trouble two years ago. Prior Mortimus keeps a close eye, a very close eye, on such matters.’

‘You have no novice master, do you? Too few vocations.’

‘Numbers in all the houses have been falling for generations, since the Great Pestilence,’ the abbot said in tones of gentle reasonableness. ‘But with a revived religious life under the king’s guidance, perhaps now our houses will be revitalized, more will choose the life –’

I wondered if he could really believe that, be so blind to the signs. The pleading note in his voice made me realize he could; he really thought the monasteries could survive. I glanced at the bursar; he had taken a paper from his desk and was studying it, divorcing himself from the conversation.

‘Who knows what the future may bring?’ I turned to the door. ‘I am obliged to you, gentlemen. Now I must brave the elements again, to see the church – and Brother Gabriel.’ I left the abbot looking after me anxiously, while the bursar examined his double-entries.

AS I CROSSED the cloister yard an uncomfortable ache told me I needed to visit the privy. Brother Gabriel had pointed it out to me the night before; there was a quick way via the back of the infirmary across a yard to the reredorter, where the privy was housed.

I went through the infirmary hall again and out into the yard. It was enclosed on three sides and I saw a little stream had been culverted, running under a small bath house attached to the infirmary and on under the reredorter, so it could drain both. I had to admire the ingenuity of the monastic builders. Few houses, even in London, had such arrangements and I sometimes thought with foreboding of what would happen when the twenty-foot cesspit in my garden eventually filled up.