Heartstone

Feaveryear jumped back hastily. He tripped and nearly fell, windmilling his thin arms to keep his balance.

David laughed uproariously. 'You look like a scarecrow caught in the wind, clerk.'

Hugh gently pushed the hawk's spread wings back into a folded position. With his free arm he drew a leather hood from his doublet and put it over the bird's head.

Feaveryear's interest was undiminished. 'Did you raise that bird, Master Hugh?'

'No.' Hugh fixed Feaveryear with those cool, unreadable eyes. 'The bird is raised by a falconer. As a chick it is blinded by having its eyelids sewn together, so it comes to depend on people for food. When it is a year old its eyelids are unsewn and it is trained to hunt.'

'But that is cruel.'

David slapped Feaveryear on the shoulder, nearly knocking him over again. 'You are new to the ways of the country.'

Hugh turned to me, the watchful look in his eyes again. 'You wished to take my deposition, I think, Master Shardlake?'

'Yes, please. Feaveryear, will you fetch your master? Then we can begin.'

'We will take the birds to their perches,' Hugh said, 'and get the greyhounds away. Mistress Abigail does not like them near the house.' Again, that coldly formal reference to Abigail. The boys headed for the outhouses, and Feaveryear went indoors.

'That David is a taunting little knave,' Barak said. 'Needs a good slap.'

'He is childish, with no great brains. Yet all his father's hopes must rest on him. As for Hugh—I think he left childhood behind long ago. Let us see if we can find out why.'

* * *

WHEN WE ARRIVED in Hobbey's study Dyrick and Feaveryear were already present. A few minutes later Hugh walked in, confidently, almost defiantly. The afternoon sunlight emphasized the marks on his face and neck. I looked away, remembering Bess's comment about his ruined handsomeness. It was not quite so bad as that, but bad enough.

'Pray sit down, Master Hugh,' Dyrick said. He reached across to the hourglass and turned it over. 'To record time spent, for my bill of costs,' he explained with a cold smile. Hugh sat and stared at me, slim, long-fingered hands at rest in his lap. I saw that Feaveryear looked embarrassed.

'I think it best to come straight to the point,' I began. 'No beating the bushes with lawyer's words, as they say.'

'Thank you.'

'We are here because of accusations made by Michael Calfhill, God rest him. He said that when he visited here earlier this year, he found monstrous wrongs had been done to you. Have you any idea what he might have meant?'

He looked me straight in the eye. 'None, sir.'

A triumphant smile crossed Dyrick's face. 'Well,' I said, 'let us see. Tell me, what do you remember of the time when you and your sister became wards?'

'Very little. We were so grief shot we scarcely cared what went on around us.' Despite his words Hugh's tone remained unemotional.

'Michael Calfhill had been your tutor then for over a year. Were you close to him?'

'I liked and respected him. I would not say we were close.'

'Did you know that Michael tried to prevent Master Hobbey from obtaining your wardship?'

'We knew there were some arguments. But we did not care where we went.'

'You barely knew the Hobbeys.'

He shrugged. 'We knew they were friends of Father's. As I said, we did not care.'

'Did you care whether Michael Calfhill came with you?'

He considered the question for a moment. 'He was good to us. But Emma and I thought only of each other then.' His voice wavered and he clutched his hands together. I was sorry for the pain my questions must bring, though the boy tried not to show it. He said, very quietly, 'Emma and I could communicate by looking across a room, without words, as though we had been taken to our own private sphere of the universe.'

'We are upsetting Master Curteys,' Dyrick said. 'Perhaps we should adjourn—'

'No,' Hugh said with sudden fierceness. 'I would have this over and done.'

I nodded. 'Then can I ask, Hugh, were you and your sister well treated by Master and Mistress Hobbey?'

'They gave us good food and clothing, shelter and learning. But no one could replace our parents. No one could feel that loss save Emma and I. I wish people could understand that.'

'It is indeed understandable,' Dyrick said. This deposition was going his way.

'A last word concerning your poor sister,' I said quietly. 'Michael Calfhill said you had a fight with David over some improper words he used to her.'

Hugh smiled tightly and humourlessly. 'David is always saying improper words. You have met him. Once he made a coarse suggestion to Emma. I struck him for it and he learned not to do it again.'

'Was there ever talk of Emma marrying David?'

A fierce look sparked in Hugh's eyes for a moment. 'That would never have happened. Emma never liked him.'

'Yet you and David are friends now?'

He shrugged. 'We go hawking and practise archery together.'

'Michael Calfhill's mother said Michael first taught you and your sister to pull the bow.'

'He did. I am grateful to him for that.'

'Yet Master Hobbey dismissed him. He says he feared impropriety between him and you.'

Hugh met my look, then shook his head slowly. 'There was nothing improper between us.'

'But Master Hobbey must have thought he had reason to dismiss him,' Dyrick put in sharply.

'Perhaps Master Hobbey believed he saw something. But I have no accusations to make against Michael Calfhill.' Hugh looked at Dyrick, and now there was a challenge in his eyes.

'Perhaps you do not care to remember,' Dyrick suggested.

'I have nothing to remember.'

'I think that is quite clear, Brother,' I said. 'Now, Hugh, after Michael left you had other tutors. They seem to have come and gone.'

He shrugged. 'One got married. One went to travel. And David did not make life easy for them.'

'And then this Easter Michael suddenly reappeared, running up to you in the garden?'

Hugh was silent for a long moment. He looked down. 'That I do not understand,' he said at length. 'He appeared like a thunderbolt. He must have been hiding among the headstones in the old cemetery, watching David and I shoot our arrows. He pulled at my arm and demanded I come away with him, said I did not belong here.'

'Master Hobbey says he told you he loved you as no other,' I said quietly.

The boy looked up, challenge in his eyes again. 'I do not remember him saying that.' He seeks to protect Michael, I thought. Is he speaking the truth or not?

'You were upset,' Dyrick said. 'Maybe you did not hear.' He smiled encouragingly. Hugh stared back at Dyrick with a cold dislike that discomfited even him for a moment. Then Dyrick said lightly, 'Master Hobbey tells us you would go for a soldier?'

'Truly I would.' Hugh stared at him, emotion entering his voice. 'Less than ten miles from here our ships and men make ready to fight. What Englishman would not wish to serve in this hour? I am young, but I am as good an archer as any. But for my wardship I would serve.'

'You forget, Master Hugh, you are responsible for a large estate. A gentleman with responsibilities.'

'Responsibilities?' Hugh laughed bitterly. 'To woods and badgers and foxes? I have no interest in those, sir. David has his family to consider. But I have none.'

'Come,' Dyrick said reprovingly, 'you are part of the Hobbey family.'

Hugh looked at me. 'The family I loved are all dead. The Hobbeys—' he hesitated—'can never replace those I lost.'

'But you are young,' Dyrick said, 'and quite rich. In time you will marry and have your own family.'

Hugh continued to look at me. 'I would rather defend my country.'