'Find out.' He paused. 'When Gristwood told Bealknap about Greek Fire, he gave thought as to who might have access to me. He went to Gabriel Marchamount.'
'Did he? They had some dealings in the past, I know, but Bealknap was too shady for Marchamount's liking.'
'Marchamount moves in semi-papist circles. That worries me. Question him too. Threaten him or flatter him or offer him gold, I don't care so long as you loosen his tongue.'
'I'll try, my lord. And the third-'
'Marchamount took the story to a mutual acquaintance of ours. Lady Bryanston.'
My eyes widened in surprise. 'I met her only a few days ago. She invited me to dinner.'
'Yes, I dropped your name at her table last week, when I was thinking of employing you to get the formula from Gristwood. That is good, you must go. Talk to her too.'
I reflected a moment. 'I shall, my lord. But if I am to get to the root of this matter-'
'Yes?'
'I need to know more about Greek Fire. Retrace the steps from its discovery to the demonstrations you held.'
'If you think fit. But remember, time presses. Barak here can tell you all about the demonstrations, he can take you out to Deptford to see where they took place.'
'And I could talk to the monastery librarian. Perhaps visit St Bartholomew's to see where the stuff was found.'
He smiled coldly. 'You don't believe in Greek Fire yet, do you? You will. As for Bernard Kytchyn, Brother Bernard the librarian as he used to be, I've been trying to trace him since Lady Honor first came to me. To make sure he kept his mouth shut too. But like half these ex-monks he's disappeared without trace.'
'Perhaps I could try the Court of Augmentations; he must have arrangements to collect his pension.'
Cromwell nodded. 'That's Richard Rich's territory. But you could say it was in connection with a case.' He looked at me sharply. 'I don't want Rich getting a whiff of this. I raised him to the king's council, but he knows about the plots against me and will change sides in a moment to protect himself. If he went to the king and said I'd lost Greek Fire-' He raised his eyebrows.
'I would like to talk to Goodwife Gristwood again,' I said. 'I had a feeling she was keeping something back.'
'Good, good.'
'And finally, there is a man of learning I would like to consult. An apothecary.'
He frowned. 'Not that black monk from Scarnsea?'
'He is a learned man. I would only like to ask him, if need be, for advice about alchemy. I would not wish to involve him further than necessary.'
'So long as he is not told of Greek Fire. There were rumours of its rediscovery three hundred years ago and the Lateran Council banned its use. They said it was too dangerous. An ex-monk might feel himself bound by that. Or might want to give it to France or Spain, where the monkish brethren still flourish.'
'He would not do that. But I do not wish to place him in danger.'
Cromwell smiled suddenly. 'I see this matter intrigues you, Matthew.'
'I will bend my mind to it.'
He nodded. 'Come to me if you need anything. But time is all. You must move fast. You'll have Jack to help you. I'm setting him to work with you.'
I stared at Barak. What I felt must have shown in my face, for he smiled sarcastically.
'I work alone these days,' I said.
'You need help with this. Jack will lodge with you. You'll get used to his rough ways.'
I had already learned Barak did not trust me. It occurred to me that perhaps Cromwell did not either, not wholly, and was setting Barak to keep an eye on me.
I hesitated. 'My lord,' I ventured, 'I must also give some time to Mistress Wentworth's case.'
He shrugged. 'Very well. And Jack will help you with that. But this business comes first.' He fixed me with those hard brown eyes. 'If you fail, all those associated with me will be at risk. Your lives could be at stake too.'
He rang a little bell and Grey stepped in from an inner room. He looked worried.
'Grey's been told. Keep me informed of progress every day. Any news, anything you want, send it via Grey. No one else.'
I nodded.
'I can't trust anyone now,' he growled. 'Not the people I raised to the council, not even my own staff, whom Norfolk pays to spy on me. But Grey's been with me since I was a nobody, haven't you, Edwin?'
'Ay, my lord.' He hesitated. 'Is Master Barak to be involved in this too?'
'He is.'
Grey pursed his lips. Cromwell looked at him.
'Matthew can do anything that requires diplomacy.'
'That – er – might be best.'
'Jack can deal with anything that requires a strong hand, eh?'
I glanced at Barak. He was studying his master's face. One again I caught that look of concern, and I realized that he feared deeply for Cromwell. And perhaps for his own fate too.
Chapter Nine
WHEN WE LEFT THE ROOM Barak told me he had things to collect. I went outside, fetched Chancery and led him into the front yard. From a little distance a murmuring was audible, and I heard a shout of 'Don't shove there!' The doles were being distributed.
My mind was in a whirl. Cromwell and reform about to fall? I remembered Godfrey's distress a few days ago, the mutterings everywhere about the queen. Though my faith had reached a low ebb, I felt a clutch of dread at the thought of the papists back in charge, the bloodshed and return to superstition that must follow.
I began walking distractedly about the yard. Now I was saddled with this churl Barak. What was he doing? 'A pox on it all!' I burst out aloud.
'Ho there, what's this?' I whirled round to see Barak grinning at me. I reddened with embarrassment.
'Don't worry,' he said. 'Things affect me like that sometimes. But I've a choleric temperament. His lordship said you were a man of melancholy humour, who keeps his feelings to himself.'
'Usually I do,' I said curtly. I saw that Barak carried a big leather satchel slung over his shoulder. He inclined his head to it. 'The papers from the abbey and some material my master has gathered about Greek Fire.'
He fetched the black mare and we rode out again. 'I'm starving hungry,' he said conversationally. 'Does your house-keeper keep a good table?'
'Good plain fare,' I replied shortly.
'Will you see the girl's uncle soon?'
'I'll send him a note when I get back.'
'His lordship has saved her the press,' he said. 'It's a nasty death.'
'Twelve days. We don't have long, either for Elizabeth or this other business.'
'It's all a fog to me.' Barak shook his head. 'You're right to question Mother Gristwood again.'
'Mother? She's childless.'
'Is she? Not surprised. I wouldn't want to tup her. Nasty old stoat.'
'I don't know why you dislike her so, but that's no basis for suspicion.' I spoke shortly. Barak grunted. I turned and looked at him. 'Your master seems very concerned Sir Richard Rich should not be involved.'
'If he learned about Greek Fire and its loss he'd use it against the earl. My master raised Rich up, as he said, but he's a man who'd betray anyone for his own advantage. You know his reputation.'
'Yes. He founded his career by perjuring himself at Thomas More's trial. Many say that was at your master's bidding.'
Barak shrugged. We rode on in silence for a while, up towards Ely Place. Then Barak drew his horse in close.
