Peter Lovesey - Skeleton Hill: An Inspector Peter Diamond Investigation

SKELETON HILL

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SKELETON HILL

Peter Lovesey

First published in Great Britain in 2009 by Sphere

Copyright 2009 by Peter Lovesey.

The moral right of the author has been asserted.

All rights reserved.

Published by

Soho Press, Inc.

853 Broadway

New York, NY 10003

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Lovesey, Peter.

Skeleton Hill / Peter Lovesey.

p. cm.

ISBN 978-1-56947-598-0 (hardcover)

1. Diamond, Peter (Fictitious character)Fiction.

2. PoliceEnglandBathFiction. 3. Bath (England)Fiction.

I. Title.

PR6062.O86S54 2009

823'.914dc22

2009011128

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

SKELETON HILL

Contents

T wo men lay dead on a battlefield and one said Hey!

The other stayed silent.

Im talking to you.

There was no response.

You with the head wound.

Now the other one stirred. Im dead, he said through his teeth like a ventriloquist.

Me, too. So?

So were not supposed to talk.

Get real. No ones looking at us. The action is all over there.

Both were in the royalist army commanded by Lord Hopton. The re-enactment of the Civil War battle for Bath had moved closer to the spectators, some distance from where the pikemen had first clashed, leaving the so-called dead and dying as background decorations. The setting was spectacular, high on Lansdown, seven hundred feet above the city of Bath and with views across three counties. Unconstrained by even a breath of wind, the July sun belted down, catching the flash of pike, sword and armour but overheating everyone.

The one who had spoken first was on his back on the turf and the other was face down two yards away. The stage blood on his head wound was drying. Some of us had to fall, I was told.

Youre new to this, arent you?

My first time.

I thought I hadnt seen you before. Youre a mess.

When I was given my uniform, the officer told me its expected for a new recruit to get killed at least once, so I came prepared with a bag of blood. Im trying to look as if I took a shot to the head.

Ill go for that.

You can have some if you like.

No thanks. Ill be up again soon. The reason Im dead is that I want to cool off. Im Dave, by the way.

Rupert.

They didnt shake hands, seeing that they were supposed to be slain.

Rupert. For real?

Of course. Rupert hesitated, then gave a forced grin. Oh, I see. You thought the name was made up specially for this. Unfortunately, no. Im stuck with it. Should we get up and join in again?

You can if you want, Dave said. Im thirsty.

Its the armour, isnt it? Makes one sweat.

Fancy a can of lager?

He smiled. Dont I just? Id die for one all over again.

I got here early and put some by.

Really? Rupert had raised his head off the ground.

Its not far off.

He didnt hesitate long. Which way?

Follow me and keep your head down. Leave your pike. You can pick that up later. With that, Dave got up and with a stooping gait trotted further down the hill in the opposite direction from the fighting.

We look like deserters, Rupert called from close behind.

So what? You bet they had some in those days.

Their raised voices caught the attention of a couple of women kneeling beside the wounded, but they were supposed to be camp followers giving comfort to their own, the despised parliamentarians.

See that fallen tree? Thats where it is.

There was no question that they were breaking the rules by quitting the battlefield. Rupert had the sense not to mention any more of his anxieties to his new friend. With luck, no one had spotted them except the women. The spectators were massed behind ropes a few hundred yards away.

The fallen tree must have been blown down in one of the great storms of recent years. Its exposed root system, stark against the sky, formed a canopy ideal to hide under. They sank down in its shadow.

Should still be reasonably cool, Dave said. He burrowed in the earth and took out a can of Heineken and handed it to Rupert.

Rupert removed the ringpull and gulped some down. This is a lifesaver.

Brought you back to life for sure.

Rupert laughed.

Dave raised his can. To good King Charles.

Rupert did the same. The King, God bless him.

Even though the lager wasnt chilled it was bliss to drink. Dave explained that on battle days he usually found a spot where he could stow some away before anyone got there. In weather like this youve got to look after yourself.

I can see Ive got a lot to learn, Rupert said.

Im in the cavalry normally and we smuggle the odd tinny into our saddle holsters, but you cant risk it as a pikeman. You wouldnt get past the inspection.

What are you doing on foot if youre in the cavalry?

Dave laughed. Slumming. Im a Captain of Horse.

Wow.

If you get a boil on your arse as I have, you dont want to think about mounting a horse. Today Im infantry and grateful for it.

Some of the men have knapsacks, I noticed.

Thats the first place an officer would look. If you were desperate you could stuff a tin down your breeches. Id rather get here early and put down my own store.

And youre serious about joining in again?

Thats why Im in it, for the fighting. Arent you?

Well, Im a historian, Rupert said. They had what they called a lecture day in October and I was invited to give a talk. I thought it would be interesting to come along and get a sense of what its like to re-enact a battle.

And is it?

Is it what?

Anything like?

Rupert the historian smiled. Not if Im brutally honest. This is put on mainly for the spectacle, so the audience has to have a view. The real point of interest in 1643 was Sir William Wallers brilliant tactics.

Waller? Hes the enemy.

Yes, and in the real battle we outnumbered him by a couple of thousand, yet he moved his army in the night and outflanked us. When our side woke up, the parliamentarians had the high position along the top of Lansdown. You saw the little copse behind the Grenvile Monument?

Yes.

It wasnt there in 1643. There were clumps of trees at either extreme, where some of Wallers musketeers were deployed, but the main route of attack was a bare hillside. Our royalist army was on Freezing Hill, that one to the north. When we attacked we had to come down from there and fight our way uphill. We took a lot of casualties.

But we saw them off.

Finally, and at great cost. Not much of that is being shown here. I suppose a battle on a steep hillside wouldnt work as a spectacle.