Heartstone (Matthew Shardlake #5)(16)

I hesitated. All I could see here was a bundle of intense emotional connections. Between the Queen and Bess, Bess and Michael, Michael and those children. No facts, no evidence, maybe no case at all. I looked at the Queen. She wanted me to help her old servant. I thought of the boy Hugh who was at the centre of it all, only a name to me, but alone and unprotected.

‘Yes,’ I answered. ‘I will do the best I can.’





Chapter Four


I LEFT THE QUEEN an hour later, with the suicide note and the summons in my pocket. I had arranged with Mistress Calfhill for her to call on me later in the week so that I could take a full statement.

Warner was waiting in the presence chamber. He led me up a flight of winding steps to his office, a cramped room with shelves of papers and parchments tied in pink ribbon.

‘So you will take the case,’ he said.

I smiled. ‘I cannot refuse the Queen.’

‘Nor I. She has asked me to write to John Sewster, the Court of Wards attorney. I will say next Monday’s hearing should go forward, even though Calfhill is dead. I will say the Queen wishes it, in the interests of justice. He will tell Sir William so, and that should stop him from throwing the case out. Paulet is a man for whom political advantage is all – he would not wish to upset her.’ Warner looked at me seriously, fingering his long beard. ‘But that is as far as we can go, Brother Shardlake. I do not want to press the connection to the Queen too far. We do not know what lies at the bottom of this case. Maybe nothing, but if Michael Calfhill did find something serious, it may be a matter the Queen should not be publicly involved in.’

‘I understand.’ I respected Warner. He had worked as an attorney in the Queen’s household for over twenty years, since Catherine of Aragon’s time, and I knew he had come to have a particular affection for Catherine Parr, as most did who worked for her.

‘You have been given a hard task,’ he said sympathetically. ‘Only five more days to the hearing, and no witnesses apart from Mistress Calfhill that we know of.’

‘With the end of the law term I have time.’

He nodded slowly. ‘The Court of Wards still sits. There are wards and money to be gathered in.’ Like any lawyer with integrity, he spoke of Wards with contempt.

‘I will do what I can to find witnesses,’ I told him. ‘There is that vicar who worked with Michael six years ago. My clerk will help me, he is skilled in such matters. If there is anyone, we will find them. But first I must go to Wards, see what Michael’s Bill of Information said.’

‘And you will need to talk to Dyrick.’

‘After I’ve seen the papers, and found what witnesses there are.’

Warner said, ‘I have met Dyrick.’ The legal world of London was small, everyone knew everyone else by reputation at least. ‘A strong opponent. No doubt he will say the case is a meaningless accusation from a madman.’

‘That is why I wish to see more of how the land lies before visiting him. Tell me, what do you make of Mistress Calfhill?’

‘Full of grief. Confused. Maybe looking for a scapegoat for her son’s death. But I am sure you will do everything possible to root out the truth of it.’ He smiled sadly. ‘You were afraid it was politics. I saw that on your face when you came in.’

‘Yes, Brother Warner, I fear I was.’

‘The Queen always honours her promises, Brother Shardlake,’ he answered reprovingly. ‘And will always help an old servant in trouble.’

‘I know. I should have trusted.’

‘Queen Catherine holds old friends in more kindness than any since the first Queen Catherine.’

‘Catherine of Aragon.’

‘Yes. She, too, was kind, though she had her faults.’

I smiled. ‘Her Catholicism.’

He looked at me seriously. ‘More than that. But come, I say more than I should. Talk of politics is dangerous, even though the great men of the realm have no time for intrigue just now. Hertford, Norfolk, Gardiner – all away on military assignments. But if we get through this war, I have little doubt it will all begin again. The Catholic party does not like Queen Catherine. You have seen her book?’

‘Prayers and Meditations? Yes, she sent me a copy last month.’

He looked at me keenly. ‘What did you make of it?’

‘I did not know she had such sadness in her heart. All those prayers urging us to put up with the shafts of ill fortune that come to us in this world, in the hope of salvation in the next.’

‘Her friends had to advise her to leave out certain passages – with a flavour of Luther. Fortunately she listened to us. She is always careful. For example, she will not stir from her chamber today because Sir Thomas Seymour is at Hampton Court.’

‘That rogue,’ I said feelingly. I had met Seymour at the time the King was pressing Catherine Parr to marry him; she had wanted to marry the dashing Seymour instead.

‘The King has had him chasing round the south of England inspecting the armies. He’s come to report to the Privy Council.’

‘I am glad the Queen has loyal friends such as you,’ I said sincerely.

‘Ay, we’ll watch out for her. Someone has to do the politics,’ he added.



I STEPPED OUT into the sunlit courtyard. The astronomical clock over the arch in front of me showed four o’clock. The red-brick buildings cast barely a shadow on the courtyard; the paving stones shimmered in the heat. Sweat pricked at my brow. A messenger in the King’s livery rode fast through the courtyard, under the opposite arch, perhaps with some message for the military commanders.