The girl's serious expression showed she was not mocking me, she truly wished to hear my answer. I took a deep breath. 'My lady, I was taught it is a good thing for lawyers to be ready to argue the case of any client, indifferently. A lawyer's duty is to be impartial, so that every man, good or bad, may have his rights faithfully argued before the King's courts.'
'But lawyers must have consciences, sir, and know in their hearts whether the cause they argue be just or no.' Elizabeth spoke emphatically. 'If a man came to you and you saw he acted from malice and spite against the other party, wished merely to entangle him in the thorny embrace of the law, would you not act for him just the same, for a fee?'
'Master Shardlake acts mostly for the poor, Elizabeth,' the Queen said gently. 'In the Court of Requests.'
'But, Mother, surely a poor man may have a bad case as easily as a rich one?'
'It is true the law is tangled,' I said, 'perhaps indeed too complex for men's good. True also that some lawyers are greedy and care only for money. Yet a lawyer has a duty to seek out whatever is just and reasonable in a client's case, so he may argue it well. Thus he may indeed engage his conscience. And it is the judges who decide where justice lies. And justice is a great thing.'
Elizabeth gave me a sudden winning smile. 'I thank you for your answer, sir, and will think well on it. I asked only because I wish to learn.' She paused. 'Yet still I think justice is no easy thing to find.'
'There, my lady, I agree.'
The Queen touched her arm. 'And now you must go, or Master Timothy will be searching. And Serjeant Shardlake and I have business. Jane, will you accompany her?'
Elizabeth nodded and smiled at the Queen, looking for a moment like an ordinary little girl. I bowed deeply again. One of the maids came over and accompanied the child to the door. Elizabeth walked with slow, composed steps. The little dog made to follow her, but the Queen called to it to stay. The maid-in-waiting knocked on the door, it was opened, and they slipped through.
The Queen turned to me, then held out a slim ringed hand for me to kiss. 'You answered well,' she said, 'but perhaps you allowed your fellow lawyers too much latitude.'
'Yes. I am more cynical than that. But she is only a child, though a truly remarkable one. She converses better than many adults.'
The Queen laughed, a sudden display of white even teeth. 'She swears like a soldier when she is angry; I think Master Timothy encourages her. But yes, she is truly remarkable. Master Grindal, Prince Edward's tutor, is teaching her too and says she is the cleverest child he has ever taught. And she is as skilled at sporting pursuits as things of the mind. Already she follows the hunt and she is reading Master Ascham's new treatise on archery. Yet she is so sad sometimes, and so watchful. Sometimes frightened.' The Queen looked at the closed door with a pensive expression, and for a moment I saw the Catherine Parr I remembered: intense, afraid, desperate to do the right thing.
I said, 'The world is a dangerous and uncertain place, your majesty. One cannot be too watchful.'
'Yes.' A knowing smile. 'And you fear I would place you again amidst its worst dangers. I see it. But I would never break my promise, good Matthew. The case I have for you is nothing to do with politics.'
I bowed my head. 'You see through me. I do not know what to say.'
'Then say nothing. Tell me only how you fare.'
'Well enough.'
'Do you find any time to paint nowadays?'
I shook my head. 'I did a little last year, but just now—' I hesitated—'I have many demands on me.'
'I read worry in your face.' The gaze from the Queen's hazel eyes was as keen as Elizabeth's.
''Tis only the lines that come with age. Though not on yours, your majesty.'
'If you ever have troubles, you know I would help you all I can.'
'A small private matter only.'
'An affair of the heart, perhaps?'
I glanced over at the ladies at the window, realizing that all the while the Queen had kept her voice raised sufficiently for them to hear. No one would ever be able to report that Catherine Parr had had a privy conversation with a man the King disliked.
'No, your majesty,' I answered. 'Not that.'
She nodded, frowned thoughtfully for a moment, then asked, 'Matthew, have you any experience with the Court of Wards?'
I looked at her in surprise. 'No, your majesty.' The Court of Wards had been founded by the King a few years ago, to deal with the wealthy orphan children throughout the land who came under his control. There was no court more corrupt, nor one where justice was less likely to be found. It was also where any documents certifying Ellen's lunacy would be kept, for the King had legal charge of lunatics too.
'No matter. The case I would like you to take requires an honest man above all, and you know the sort of lawyers who make wards their speciality.' She leaned forward. 'Would you pursue a case there? For me? I wish you to take it, rather than Master Warner, because you have more experience in representing ordinary people.'
'I would need to refresh my mind about the procedures. But otherwise, yes.'
She nodded. 'Thank you. One more thing you should know before I bring in your new client. Master Warner tells me Wards' cases often involve lawyers travelling to where the young wards live to gather statements.'
'Depositions. That is true of all the courts, your majesty.'
'The boy concerned in this case lives in Hampshire, near Portsmouth.'
I thought, the way there from London lies through West Sussex. Where Ellen comes from.
The Queen hesitated, choosing her next words carefully. 'The Portsmouth area may not be the safest region to travel to these next few weeks.'
'The French? But they say they may land anywhere.'
'We have spies in France, and the word is they are headed for Portsmouth. It is not certain, but likely. I would not have you take on this matter without knowing that, for Master Warner tells me depositions may well be needed.'
I looked at her. I sensed how much she wanted me to deal with this case. And if I could go via Rolfswood . . .
'I will do it,' I said.
'Thank you.' She smiled gratefully and turned to the ladies. 'Jane, please fetch Mistress Calfhill.'
'Now,' she said to me quietly, 'Bess Calfhill, whom you are about to meet, was an old servant of mine when I was Lady Latimer. A housekeeper at one of our properties in the north and later in London. She is a good, true woman, but she has recently suffered a great loss. Deal with her gently. If anyone deserves justice, it is Bess.'
The maid-in-waiting returned, bringing with her the woman I had seen in the presence chamber. She was small, frail looking. She approached with nervous steps, her hands held tightly together.
'Come, good Bess,' the Queen said in a welcoming voice. 'This is Master Shardlake, a serjeant at law. Jane, bring over a chair. One for Serjeant Shardlake too.'
Mistress Calfhill lowered herself onto a cushioned chair and I sat opposite her. She studied me with her intent gaze, grey-blue eyes clear against the lined, unhappy face. She frowned for a second, perhaps noticing I was a hunchback. Then she looked at the Queen, her expression softening at the sight of the dog.
'This is Rig, Bess,' the Queen said. 'Is he not a fine fellow? Come, stroke him.'
Hesitantly, Bess leaned across and touched the animal. Its feathery tail wagged. 'Bess always loved dogs,' the Queen told me, and I realized she had kept Rig back to help relax her old servant. 'Now, Bess,' the Queen said, 'tell Serjeant Shardlake everything. Do not be afraid. He will be your true friend in this. Tell him as you told me.'
Bess leaned back, looked at me anxiously. 'I am a widow, sir.' She spoke softly. 'I had a son, Michael, a goodly, gentle boy.' Her eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them away resolutely. 'He was clever, and thanks to Lady Latimer's—I beg pardon, the Queen's—kindness, he went to Cambridge.' Pride came into her voice. 'He graduated and came back to London. He had obtained a post as tutor to a family of merchants named Curteys. In a good house near the Moorgate.'
'You must have been proud,' I said.
'So I was, sir.'
