'Jesu knows. We will find out tomorrow. Today there is Marchamount to deal with.'
'We'd better get on. I left you to sleep, or I thought you'd be fit for nothing, but half the morning's gone. We've only four days left.'
'D'you think I've forgotten that?' I snapped, then raised a hand. 'We do no good sniping at each other, I've told you before.'
'No.' He scratched his stubbly head. 'The tone of that letter worries me, that's all.'
I ate a hasty breakfast and then we walked along the dusty lane to the Inn. Looking at the cloudless sky, I thought of Joseph and his ruined crops. Wheat would be scarce and there would be hunger by autumn.
'Elizabeth had a moment of consciousness last night,' I said. 'I mentioned the well again and she said, 'Death of God'. Guy said it means she's in despair. And she said something about the girl and 'that evil boy'.'
'Her young cousin or the mad girl's brother?'
'I don't know.' I looked at him. 'But we must go to the well again tonight. We must delay no more.'
He nodded. 'I want to see the truth of this too. That poor creature reminds me of when I was in the gutter, consumed with fury at my mother for marrying that confederate of Bealknap's.' He laughed bitterly. 'I may end up back in the gutter if I lose the earl's favour.'
'There's still time,' I said.
I hoped Marchamount would be in. I hoped desperately that, whatever secret Lady Honor was still keeping, it was not incriminating. As we entered the courtyard I saw the service had ended in the chapel and the lawyers were filing out. I saw Marchamount among the throng, walking back to his chambers, his robe billowing around his portly form.
'All right if I come with you?' Barak asked.
I hesitated. What if Marchamount told me something that led the way to the Gristwoods' stock of Greek Fire? But I could not exclude Barak again. I nodded, wondering whether Guy was even now examining that dreadful stuff.
We caught up with Marchamount at the door to his chambers. He looked round in surprise.
'Brother Shardlake, this is an unexpected meeting.' He smiled, that little flash of white teeth. 'What happened to you on Friday? Had you no stomach for the bear-baiting?'
'Lady Honor did not feel like attending,' I said briskly. 'I went for a walk with her.'
He stared at Barak. 'Who is this?'
'An agent of Lord Cromwell's. He is helping me on the Greek Fire matter.'
Barak took off his cap and made a little bow. Marchamount's eyes widened at his bald head, then he frowned in exasperation. 'I have told you all I know. How many times
'As many times as I see fit, Serjeant.' I had decided bluntness was the best way. 'May we come in?'
He set his lips but permitted us to follow him to his private room. There he sat in his thronelike chair and gave us a haughty stare. I leaned forward.
'In the boat going to Southwark, Serjeant, we spoke of a certain pressure his grace the Duke of Norfolk was putting on you, to obtain something from Lady Honor. You confirmed he wanted to obtain some of the Vaughan lands in return for furthering young Henry Vaughan to a place at the king's court.'
Marchamount sat very still. I knew at once I had struck a nerve.
'I thought you seemed evasive in the boat, so I asked Lady Honor about the matter on our walk-'
'Sir, you had no right. For a gentleman to ask-'
'Lady Honor told me the matter began with pressure from the duke over the land, but then it developed into something else. She refused to say more, but I need to know what it was.'
He smiled shrewdly. 'So you come to me, as an alternative to Cromwell putting pressure on her?'
'Never mind why. I want the whole story, Marchamount. No bluster, no evasions, just the story.'
He sat back in his chair. 'It is nothing to do with Greek Fire.'
'Then why it is so secret?'
'Because it is shameful.' He frowned, reddening. 'I had an interest in Lady Honor, a romantic interest. You know that.' He took a deep breath. 'She would not have me and I would not press a lady who rejected me.' He fingered his emerald ring, then looked me in the eye. 'But the duke would.'
'The
He frowned. 'He does not just want her family lands in return for helping that boy. He wants Lady Honor as his mistress.'
'But, dear God, he's in his sixties.'
Marchamount shrugged. 'In some men the sap still runs into old age. The duke is one, though you would not think it to look at him. He would not approach her directly' – he laughed bitterly – 'he's too proud for that. He made me act as intermediary.'
'Poor Lady Honor.'
Marchamount shifted uncomfortably. 'It was a job I disliked, sir, but I could not gainsay the Duke of Norfolk. He said the Vaughan boy's a fool and a weakling, which is true enough, and he'd have to exert a mighty effort to get him accepted at court. He wanted a high price in return. Lady Honor knows his reputation for cruel ways with women; she's refused him time and again. But he's one of those that is only excited further by refusal.' He shifted uneasily again. 'I have had to try and persuade her. I told you, the duke is not one to be gainsaid.'
'What has Norfolk promised you in return? Help towards a knighthood perhaps?'
Marchamount set his lips. 'I want something for my family's future too. To advance one's family, that is no dishonourable thing.'
'Thirty pieces of silver would be the right reward for what you have done,' I said. Barak laughed harshly and Marchamount gave him a furious look. He glared at me, his face reddening further.
'How dare you talk to me like that! And you – you are no impartial witness. You lust after her yourself.'
'Come, Serjeant, you are losing control of yourself. So that is the whole story, is it?' I asked. 'No connection at all to Greek Fire? That is what I need to know, Marchamount.'
'I have told you before, I know nothing of that. Nothing.'
'Are you quite sure?'
The merest hesitation. 'Of course.' He ran a hand through his red hair, then began to bluster. 'You have troubled me enough with this. No gentleman-'
I stood. 'Come, Barak. I think I have an apology to make to Lady Honor.' Barak got up and made another bow to Marchamount, a mocking, exaggerated one.
The serjeant glared at me. 'You have embarrassed me, Shardlake, in front of this churl,' he said. 'I will not forget it.'
OUTSIDE IN THE courtyard, I turned to Barak. 'He's still keeping something back – I'd swear he is. But what? I'll have to talk to Lady Honor.'
'She won't be pleased you know this story. Nor at being questioned further.'
'There's no help for it. She knows my position. I'll go there now.'
'I suppose there's nothing else we can we do today. But-'
'What?' I asked impatiently.
'You should have squeezed what else he's hiding out of him. You shy at every fence,' he said in sudden irritation.
I glared at him. 'I do not shy. If I feel someone will say no more, and I've no evidence to use as a lever, I go and find the evidence. That's what I've always done and it's what I'm going to do now with Lady Honor.'
He grunted.
'What else could I do?' I raised my voice in exasperation. 'I pushed him as far as he'd go, how could I make him tell me more? How? Eh?'
'Threaten him with the earl, as you did with Bealknap.'
'And look where that led. No, I will leave him to stew in his own juice, see if Lady Honor can tell me more, then come back later. Unless you've a better idea.'
He shrugged. 'No. I haven't.'
