Heartstone

'It doesn't matter,' I said. 'Tell her I'll pay for a new one.'

Coldiron took a deep breath. 'If I might suggest, sir, that's not good for discipline. Women are like soldiers, they need to obey their superiors.'

'Get out,' I said irritably. 'I've enough to attend to here.'

Coldiron's single eye widened for a moment with anger, but he obeyed and followed his daughter back to the kitchen. The boys, who had been grinning, fled before him. I turned back to Tamasin. 'Are you all right?'

'Of course. There was no need for him to speak to her like that. Poor girl.'

Guy appeared, walking slowly down the stairs, drying his hands on a towel. 'Are you feeling better, Tamasin?' he asked.

'All well now.' Tamasin struggled to her feet, Barak hastening to help.

'Tell her, Dr Malton,' Barak appealed. 'Tell her she was stupid to walk here unaccompanied.'

Guy leaned down and felt her brow. 'You are very overheated, Tamasin. That is no good thing when you are with child.'

'All right, I won't walk out alone again.' She looked at Barak. 'I promise.'

'May I examine Tamasin in your study, Matthew?' Guy asked.

'Of course. Jack, I would like a word with you,' I added quickly as he made to follow Guy and his wife. Tamasin shot me a grateful smile over her shoulder. Reluctantly, he followed me into the parlour.

I shut the door, bade him sit, and took a stool facing him.

'We've some urgent work,' I said.

'The Queen?'

'Yes.'

His eyes lit up with interest as I told him of my meeting with the Queen and Bess. 'The Lady Elizabeth was there when I arrived,' I added.

'What is she like?'

'Astonishingly clever. The Queen and she are like mother and daughter.' I smiled, then frowned. 'Afterwards I met two old acquaintances. Rich and Thomas Seymour. I think they knew I was there,' I concluded. 'I think they were waiting for me to come out, to taunt me.'

'It was just ill chance. They were probably talking about war business when you appeared. If you go to a cesspit, you're bound to see some maggots.'

'You're right. But Rich has obviously been following my career.'

'It's no secret you've acted in cases for the Queen. He probably heard you were coming and decided to have a bit of sport with you.'

'Yes. I'm not important enough for him to take any real interest.'

'I'd heard Rich was a little out of favour.'

'I heard that too. But he is still on the Privy Council. His talents are valued by the King,' I added bitterly.

'Politics is like dice: the better the player, the worse the man.'

'Jack, we need to move fast. This hearing is on Monday.'

'We've never dealt with the Court of Wards before.'

'Many of its functions are not those of a court at all. You know the principle of wardship?'

He quoted slowly, a passage remembered from a law book. 'If a man holds land under knight service, and dies leaving minor heirs, the property passes in trust to the King till the ward comes of age or marries.'

'That's right.'

'And the King has the right to manage the lands, and arrange the marriage of the ward. But in fact he sells the wardships to the highest bidder. Through the Court of Wards.'

'Well remembered. Knight service is an ancient form of tenure which was dying out before the present King's reign. But then the Dissolution of the Monasteries came. And all the seized monastic lands that have been sold have been on terms of knight service. It generated so much wardship business they abolished the old Office of Wards and set up the court. Its main job is money. They check the value of lands subject to wardship through the feodaries, the local officials. Then they negotiate with applicants for the wardship of minor heirs.'

'Some wardships are granted to the children's families, are they not?'

'Yes. But often they go to the highest bidder, especially where there is no immediate family. Like this man Nicholas Hobbey in the case of the Curteys children.'

'I can see why he'd do it.' Barak was interested. 'If he could marry the girl to his son, he'd get her share of her father's woodland. But the girl died.'

'It is still worth his while to have Hugh. Emma's share would have passed to her brother. Hobbey will have control of Hugh's lands till he is twenty-one. There is a constant cry for wood in the south, for ships and for charcoal for the ironworks. Especially now with the war.'

'How much woodland is there?'

'I believe approaching twenty square miles in all. Hobbey owned about a third himself, but the rest will now belong to Hugh Curteys. And by law the value of his land should be preserved. But I believe those who have bought wardships often make illicit profits by cutting down woodland, usually hand in glove with the local feodary, who takes a share. The whole system is rotten from top to bottom.'

Barak frowned. 'Is there nothing to protect children under wardship?' A child of the streets himself, the plight of children in distress always moved him.

'Very little. The wardmaster has an incentive to keep the ward alive because if he dies the wardship ends. And he is supposed to ensure the child is educated. But he can marry the ward off to more or less whom he pleases.'

'The children are trapped, then? Helpless in the briars?'

'The court has a supervisory power. It is possible to apply for protection against bad treatment for wards, which is what Michael Calfhill did. But the court doesn't like interference, wardships are profitable. I will go to Wards tomorrow. I'll probably have to grease some palm to see all the papers. And while I'm at it—' I took a deep breath—'I'll try and get a copy of the document certifying Ellen's insanity. From nineteen years ago.'

Barak looked at me seriously. 'That Ellen is closing a vice on you. Weakness can give some folk a strange sort of power, you know. And she's crafty, as mad folk often are.'

'Finding out about her family may be a way forward. Maybe I can find someone who will care for her. Ease my burden.'

'You said Ellen was raped. Maybe it was a member of her family who did it.'

'Or maybe not. If the Curteys application goes forward, I may have to go down to Portsmouth to take depositions. Perhaps I could make a detour to Sussex on the way.'

Barak raised his eyebrows. 'Portsmouth? I've heard a lot of soldiers are going there. It could be a likely place for the French to land.'

'I know. The Queen warned me the King's spies say that is what is planned. But the Hobbey establishment is some miles north.'

'I'd come with you, but I can't leave Tamasin. Not now.'

I smiled. 'I won't hear of it. But help me with Michael Calfhill's hearing.'

'Strange he should kill himself just after making this application. When he might have been able to do something for the Curteys lad.'

'You mean he might have been killed? I thought of that. But his mother said no one else knew of the application, and she recognized his writing on the suicide note.' I passed the scrap of paper over to Barak. He studied it.

'Still strange. It would do no harm to go to where Michael lodged, ask a few questions.'

'Could you do that tomorrow?'

Barak smiled and nodded. This was the sort of work he liked, and was good at. Ferreting things out on the street.

'And visit the Curteyses' old church, see if their vicar is still there?'

'First thing.'

'Here, I'll write down the addresses.'

When I turned to give the paper to him he was smiling at me sardonically.

'What?'

'This one has got your juices flowing, hasn't it? I could see you were getting bored.'

Barak sat up at the sound of his wife's voice. We went to the door. Tamasin stood outside smiling. Guy looked happier than for some time.