Heartstone (Matthew Shardlake #5)(14)

‘Yes. It would be the trustee. So, Mistress Calfhill, your son moved with the children to Shoe Lane.’

‘Yes. He did not like the Hobbeys’ house. It was a small, dark place. And Michael had a new pupil. The Hobbeys’ son David.’ She took a deep breath. ‘Michael said he was a spoiled and pampered only child, the same age as Emma. Stupid and cruel, always taunting Hugh and Emma, saying they were in his house on sufferance, that his parents did not love them as they did him. True enough, I suppose. I believe Master Hobbey only took the children on to profit from their lands.’

‘Is it not illegal to make profit from a ward’s lands?’ the Queen asked.

‘Yes. Whoever purchases a wardship has custody of the ward’s lands, but he is supposed to take care of them and not make profit for himself. Though that is not always what happens. And he would have control of the girl’s marriage,’ I added thoughtfully.

Bess said, ‘Michael feared they wanted to marry Emma to David, so her share of the children’s lands would pass to the Hobbey family. Those poor children. Hugh and Emma cleaved together, they only had each other, though they had a friend in my son. Michael told me Hugh had a fight once with David, over something improper he said to Emma. She would have been only thirteen. David was a big strong boy, but Hugh beat him.’ She looked at me sharply again. ‘I told Michael he was getting too concerned over Hugh and Emma, he couldn’t be mother and father to them. But then – ’ her face went blank once more – ‘then smallpox came to the Hobbeys’ house.’

The Queen leaned forward and laid a hand on Bess’s arm.

‘All three children caught it,’ Bess continued stonily. ‘Michael was forbidden their chambers for fear of infection. The servants were set to look after Hugh and Emma, but David’s mother cared for him herself, weeping and crying to God for her boy to be saved. I give her credit for that; I would have done the same for Michael.’ She paused, then said in a savage voice, ‘David survived unmarked. Hugh lived, but with a pitted face that destroyed his handsomeness. And little Emma died.’

‘I am sorry.’

‘Then a few days later Master Hobbey told my son his wife would not live in London any more. They were going to their house in Hampshire for good and he would not be needed. Michael never saw Hugh again – he and David were still being kept isolated. They allowed Michael to go to poor Emma’s funeral, that was all. He saw her little white coffin laid in the earth. He left that day. He said the servants were burning Emma’s clothes in the garden in case they harboured the ill humours of the disease.’

‘A terrible story,’ I said gently. ‘Death and greed, and children the victims. But Mistress Calfhill, your son could have done no more.’

‘I know,’ she said. ‘Master Hobbey gave Michael a letter of recommendation, and he got other positions in London. He wrote to Hugh, but had only a stiff reply from Master Hobbey saying he should not write, they were trying to build a new life for the boy in Hampshire.’ Her voice rose. ‘The cruelty of it, after all Michael had done for those children.’

‘That was hard indeed,’ I said. Yet I could see Hobbey’s point of view. In London the boy Hugh had lost his entire family.

Bess continued, the tonelessness returning to her voice. ‘The years passed. Then at the end of last year Michael took a place down in Dorset, teaching the sons of a large landowner. But the fate of Hugh and Emma seemed to haunt him. He often said he wondered what had become of Hugh.’ She frowned and looked down.

The Queen spoke again. ‘Come, Bess, you must tell the last part, though I know it is the hardest.’

Bess looked at me, steeled herself. ‘Michael returned from Dorset to visit me at Easter. When he arrived he looked terrible, pale and distracted, almost out of his wits. He would not tell me why, but after a few days he suddenly asked if I knew any lawyers. For what, I asked. To my amazement he said he wished to apply to the Court of Wards for Hugh to be taken from the Hobbeys’ custody.’ She took a deep breath. ‘I told him I knew no lawyers, and asked why he should do this now, after six years. He said it was something not fit for my ears or any woman’s, or man’s either except a judge. I tell you, sir, I began to fear for Michael’s reason. I can see him now, sitting opposite me in the little house I have, thanks to the Queen’s goodness. In the light from the fire his face looked lined – old. Yes, old, though he was not yet thirty. I suggested if he wanted a lawyer perhaps he should visit Master Dyrick. But he laughed bitterly and said he was the last person he should go to.’

‘That is right. If Dyrick was acting for Hobbey in the wardship, he could not act against him in the same matter.’

‘It was more than that, sir. There was anger in Michael’s voice.’

I sensed a new stillness in the room, and glanced over to the windows. The maids-in-waiting had stopped sewing, and were listening as intently as the Queen and I.

‘It occurred to me that on the way back home from Dorset Michael might have visited Hugh. I asked him outright, and he admitted it was true. He had not made an appointment because he feared Master Hobbey might not receive him. He said when he arrived he found that something frightful had been done. He had to find a lawyer whom he could trust, and if he could not he would file the case in court himself.’

‘I wish you had come to me, Bess,’ the Queen said. ‘You could have.’