Kate SEDLEY - The Dance of Death

I was speechless.

This is not a condition that afflicts me often. My daughter, Elizabeth, will tell you that I am a garrulous old man, and that one of the reasons she encourages me to write these chronicles is to keep me quiet and to prevent me from boring her and my grandchildren with reminiscences. My son and stepson, when they come to visit me with their families, are more charitable and even, on occasion, encourage my recollections. But as Elizabeth points out, I dont live with them.

However, to return to our sheep, as the French say. (Heaven knows why, but there you are!) I was bereft of words. Indignation and shock rendered me dumb. Anger stopped my tongue. I was unable to find words to express my feelings. In short, as Ive already remarked, I was speechless.

Not for long, mind you, but long enough to push back my stool with an almighty scraping of wood on stone, rise to my feet with such violence that I almost upset the table at which Timothy Plummer and I were sitting, and stride to the window, flinging open the casement with an equally outraged gesture, meant to indicate the state of my mind as I stared out moodily over the Thames.

It was a beautiful, sunny, mild October afternoon, and the river was even busier than usual with what seemed to be hundreds of small craft plying up and down and across the water like so many restless water-beetles. Among these small boats, the carved and gilded barges of the great and the good, the genuinely important and the self-important glided upriver to Westminster like swans among ducklings, bright with banners, velvet cushions and the vivid liveries scarlet, deep blue, amber or emerald of their oarsmen. A forest of masts and tackle bristled along the wharves, while the great cranes swung bales of cargo from ship to shore or shore to ship, depending upon arrival or departure.

Almost immediately below me, I could see the water-stairs of Baynards Castle, the London home of the Dowager Duchess of York and the present temporary lodging of her younger son, the Duke of Gloucester. I could guess that he was champing at the bit to get home to Yorkshire, to his wife and little son, but King Edward refused to let him go until his brothers recent victory over the Scots, the recapture of the border town of Berwick and its return to English dominion, had been suitably celebrated with pageants and services of thanksgiving. These had occupied most of the past fortnight and were the reason I had remained in London instead of returning immediately to my wife and children in Bristol. I had sent a note to Adela by a friendly carter, warning her to expect me sometime within the next few weeks and assuring her of my safety after my great adventure. It had been my original intention to part company with the army after it reached Nottingham where, indeed, it began to break up and the southern levies to scatter, the northerners having already left us but Timothy Plummer had urged me to make the journey to London. Even so, I might have refused and followed my own inclinations, but for a very flattering message from the duke himself, requesting my presence at the victory celebrations.

Now, of course, I knew why.

I turned my head and glared at Timothy Plummer. You bastard! I said softly. You cunning little toad! You snake! You ! You ! Imagination failed me. I was too angry to think straight.

The spymaster general smiled placatingly. Theres no need to upset yourself, Roger. A little trip across the Channel, what could be nicer? A few days well, lets say a little longer, just to be on the safe side and then youll be back again and perfectly free to go home.

I gritted my teeth. Im going home tomorrow, I said. Ive written to Adela to say Im coming. She and the children are expecting me. (Not that the latter would be bothered.)

Er Im afraid not. Timothy suddenly looked guilty.

What do you mean, youre afraid not? I could sense treachery in the air and my guts were beginning to tie themselves in knots.

My companion did his best to look contrite, but only succeeded in looking smug. If I could have laid hands on my cudgel at that moment, I swear I would have rammed it down his throat. Well, I would have tried.

I er I had your letter to Mistress Chapman intercepted. The carter was persuaded to hand it over in exchange for a small gratuity. Im sorry, Roger, but Adela doesnt even know that youve returned from Scotland yet.

Shell know the wars over, I retorted hotly. Bristol gets news just as fast as London, you know. Shell be thinking about me, w-wondering where I am. The enormity of what he had done choked me and made me stutter. I took a deep breath. Ive already done one favour for the Crown and come very near to being killed for my pains, and now youre asking me to do another. In case its slipped your mind, Master Plummer, Im a pedlar by trade I repeat, a pedlar! not one of your spies. My answer is no! I will not go to France!

Timothy grimaced. If Ive sunk to being Master Plummer, then you must be annoyed.

Annoyed? I could barely get the word out. Annoyed! Im furious! Or I would be if I were going.

The spymaster sighed. Im afraid youve no choice, my friend. This is an order from the king. He was so pleased with your work in Scotland that he wants to make use of your services again.

I didnt do anything in Scotland except come close to being murdered. What will happen this time? Ill probably be found floating face down in the Seine.

I turned back to the window, once more staring down at the water-stairs. A woman now stood there, whether old or young I was unable to tell as, despite the warmth of the day, she was enveloped in a cloak with the hood pulled up. Maybe there was a cold breeze, as there so often was, blowing off the Thames. She made no move to hail any of the passing boats, so I presumed she was waiting for someone, and sure enough, even as I watched, one of the covered boats price twopence instead of a penny came across river from the Southwark bank and berthed at the foot of the steps. A young man sprang lightly out, handing over his fare to the oarsman with something of a flourish, as if to prove that money was no object he could afford to protect himself against the sun as well as the rain and ran quickly up towards her, smiling and holding out his hand.

He was very nattily dressed in a dark blue tunic, particoloured hose and shoes with pikes of a sufficient length to be caught round his knees with fine gold chains. To complete this outfit, he wore a peaked cap, which sported a long blue feather. Altogether, he fell into that category I have always thought of as the smart young gent, very pleased with himself and his appearance, and not caring who knows it. The lady greeted him with a chaste kiss on one cheek, but her back still being towards me, I was unable to see if her glance was approving or no, or whether she admired him as much as he obviously admired himself. Before I could even begin to work out the relationship between them, Timothys voice had recalled my wandering attention.

Roger, Im sorry but you have no choice in this matter. The king has issued his orders. I promise that youll be in no danger and that it wont be for long.

I swung round and returned to the table, leaning on my hands and bending over it until my face was within inches of his.

Youre a splendid liar, Timothy, I snarled. I suppose you have to be in your sort of work, but you dont convince me, not one little bit. I know your promises of old. Your minds as twisted as a coil of rope and I wouldnt trust you beyond that door over there. In fact, not so far. All right! I straightened up and flung out a hand. I can guess what youre going to say: you came to my rescue in Scotland. But it was only by the merest chance that you were in time. And that wasnt supposed to be a dangerous mission, either, was it? Bile choked me again and I sat down heavily on my stool.