perjurer and liar. Commissioner Singleton gave as good as he got, calling him a Roman whoreson.'
'Perjurer and liar. That's more specific than the general abuse he's given me. I wonder what he meant?'
'God alone knows what madmen ever mean.'
Brother Guy leaned forward. 'He may be mad, Commissioner, but he would never have been capable of killing Commissioner Singleton. I have treated him. His left arm was wrenched out of its socket on the rack, the ligaments shredded. His right leg is scarcely better and his balance is gone, as you saw. He can scarcely carry himself, yet alone wield a weapon to sever a man's head. I have treated the effects of official torture before, in France,' he added in quieter tones, 'but never before in England. I am told it is a new thing.'
'The law permits it in times of extreme threat to the State,' I replied, stung. I saw Mark's eyes on me and read disappointment, sadness. 'Regrettable though it always is,' I added with a sigh. 'But to return to poor Singleton. Brother Jerome may have been too infirm to kill, but he could have had an accomplice.'
'No, sir, never, no.' It was a chorus along the table. I read only fear in the officials' faces, anxiety not to be associated with murder and treason and their terrible penalties. But men, I reflected, are adept at concealing their true thoughts. Brother Gabriel leaned forward again, his thin face furrowed with anxiety.
'Sir, no one here shares Brother Jerome's beliefs. He is a blight on us. We wish only to carry on our life of prayer in peace, loyal to the king and in obedience to the forms of worship he dictates.'
'There at least my brother speaks for all,' the bursar added loudly. 'I say 'Amen' to that.' A chorus of 'Amens' followed along the table.
I nodded in acknowledgement. 'But Commissioner Singleton is still dead. So who do you think killed him? Brother Bursar? Brother Prior?'
'It was p-people from the world outside,' Brother Edwig said. 'He was on his way to meet someone and he disturbed them. Witches, Devil-worshippers. They broke in to desecrate our church and steal our relic, came across poor Singleton and killed him. The person he was to meet, whoever he was, no doubt took fright at the tumult.'
'Master Shardlake hazarded the killing may have been done with a sword,' Brother Guy added. 'And such people would be unlikely to carry weapons lest they be discovered.'
I turned to Brother Gabriel. He sighed deeply, running his fingers through the straggly locks below his tonsure. 'The loss of the hand of the Penitent Thief – it is a tragedy, that most holy relic of Our Lord's Calvary – I shudder to think what abominable uses the thief may be putting it to now.' His face looked drawn. I remembered the skulls in Lord Cromwell's room and realized again the power of relics.
'Are there known practitioners of witchcraft hereabouts?' I asked.
The prior shook his head. 'A couple of wise women in the town, but they're just old crones who mutter incantations over the herbs they peddle.'
'Who knows what evils the Devil works in the sinful world?' Brother Gabriel said quietly. 'We are protected from him in this holy life, as well as men can be, but outside-' He shivered.
'Then there are the servants,' I added. 'All sixty of them.'
'Only a dozen living in,' the prior said. 'And the premises are well locked at night, patrolled by Master Bugge and his assistant under my supervision.'
'Those who live in are mostly old, loyal servants,' Brother Gabriel added. 'Why would one of them kill an important visitor?'
'Why would a monk or a villager? Well, we shall see. Tomorrow I wish to question some of you.' I looked down a row of discomfited faces.
The servants came in to remove our plates, replacing them with pudding bowls. There was silence until they left. The bursar took a spoon to the sugary confection in his bowl. 'Ah, wet suckets,' he said. 'Welcome and warming on a cold night.'
There was a sudden loud crash from the corner of the room. Everyone jumped and turned to where the novice had collapsed in a heap on the floor. Brother Guy rose with an exclamation of disgust, his habit billowing round him as he ran to where Simon Whelplay lay still on the rush matting. I stood up and joined him, as did Brother Gabriel and then, with an angry expression, the prior. The boy was as white as a sheet. As Brother Guy gently lifted his head, he moaned and his eyes flickered open.
'It's all right,' Brother Guy said gently. 'You fainted. Have you hurt yourself?'
'My head. I banged my head. I am sorry-' Tears glistened suddenly in the corners of his eyes, his thin chest shook and he began to weep most piteously. Prior Mortimus snorted. I was surprised at the anger that appeared then in Brother Guy's dark eyes.
'No wonder the boy weeps, Master Prior! When was he last properly fed? He is naught but skin and bone.'
'He has had bread and water. You are well aware, Brother Infirmarian, that is a penance sanctioned by St Benedict's rule…'
Brother Gabriel turned on him furiously. 'The saint did not intend God's servants to be starved to death! You have been working Simon like a dog in the stables, then making him stand in the cold for hours on end.' The novice's crying turned to a violent fit of coughing, his pale face suddenly puce as he struggled for breath. The infirmarian cocked a sharp ear to the wheezing sounds from his chest.
'His lungs are full of bile. I want him in the infirmary now!'
The prior snorted again. 'Is it my fault he's as weak as water? I gave him work to toughen him up. It's what he needs-'
Brother Gabriel's voice rang round the refectory. 'Does Brother Guy have your authority to take Simon to the infirmary, or do I go to Abbot Fabian?'
'Take the churl!' the prior snapped. He strode back to the table. 'Softness! Softness and weakness. They'll be the end of us all!' He glowered defiantly around the refectory as Brother Gabriel and the infirmarian supported the weeping, coughing novice from the room. Brother Edwig cleared his throat.
'Brother Prior, I think we may say g-grace and rise now. It is nearly time for C-Compline.'
Prior Mortimus said a perfunctory grace, and the monks rose, those at the long table waiting until the obedentiaries had filed out. As we went through the door, Brother Edwig leaned over to me, his voice unctuous.
'Master Shardlake, I am sorry your meal should have been disturbed t-twice. Very r-r-regrettable. I must ask you to forgive us.'
'Not at all, Brother. The more I see of the life of Scarnsea, the more my investigations are illuminated. Speaking of which, I would be grateful if you could make yourself available tomorrow, with all your recent account books. There are some matters arising from Commissioner Singleton's investigations I would like to raise with you.' I confess I enjoyed the disconcerted look that came into the bursar's face. I nodded and passed on to where Mark stood, looking from a window. The snow still fell, covering every surface with white, deadening all sound and blurring sight as hunched, cowled figures began to make their way across the cloister yard to the church, and Compline, the day's last service. The bells began to toll once more.
CHAPTER 9
When we regained our room Mark lay down once more on his cot. But though I was as tired as he, I needed to organize my impressions of all that had happened at the meal. I dashed water from the pitcher over my face, then went to sit by the fire. Very faintly, through the window, I heard the sound of chanting.
'Listen,' I said, 'the monks at Compline. Praying to God to watch over their souls at the day's end. Well, what do you think of this holy community of Scarnsea?'
He groaned. 'I am too tired to think.'
'Come on, it's your first day inside a monastery. What do you make of it?'
Reluctantly, he heaved himself up on his elbows and his face assumed a thoughtful impression. The first faint lines in his smooth features were emphasized by the shadows the candles cast. One day, I thought, they would deepen into real lines and furrows as they had in mine.
'It appears a world of contradictions. On the one hand their life seems a world apart. Those black habits they wear, all their prayers. Brother Gabriel said they are separate from the sinful world. Yet did you see how he looked
