‘But he would like to have his son by him in his old age?’
‘I don’t know.’ I shrugged. ‘I always felt he was ashamed of me. Yet he seems pleased to see me when I visit, which I do not do enough.’
She was silent a moment, then asked quietly, ‘The Wentworth girl comes back before the judge this week, does she not?’
‘On Thursday the tenth. She is very ill and may not last till then.’
‘Poor Matthew. How you take the sufferings of others on yourself.’ She laid her hand on mine again and this time did not move it. I turned to her and she inclined her head towards me. Then she jerked away as footsteps sounded in the yard. I turned to see Barak standing with the steward, cap in hand. The steward’s face was impassive but Barak was grinning broadly.
‘Come at a bad time, have I?’ he asked.
Lady Honor stood, her face dark with anger. ‘Matthew, do you know this fellow?’
I rose too. ‘This is Jack Barak,’ I said hastily. ‘He is assisting me. He works for Lord Cromwell.’
‘Then the earl should teach him some manners.’ She rounded on him. ‘How dare you burst in on us like this? Do you not know how to comport yourself in a lady’s house?’
Barak reddened too, his eyes angry. ‘I have a message for Master ,Shardlake from Lord Cromwell.’
‘Have you never been told to bow to a lady? And what is the matter with your head? Do you have nits? You had better not spread them in my house.’ She spoke with a harshness I had never heard from her, but Barak had been extremely discourteous.
‘I am sorry, Lady Honor,’ I said quickly. ‘Perhaps we should withdraw.’ I took a step away, then gasped as my head swam. My legs seemed suddenly heavy and I half-fell, half-sat on the bench again. Lady Honor’s face was at once full of concern.
‘Matthew, what is it?’
I struggled up, though my head still swam. ‘I am sorry—the heat—’
‘Come inside,’ she said. ‘You,’ she snapped at Barak, ‘help your master. This is your fault.’
Barak gave her a hard look but put my arm round his shoulder and helped me into the parlour, then sat me on a pile of cushions. Lady Honor waved him away. He gave her another look, but left the room.
‘I am sorry. A moment’s weakness—’ I struggled to get up. What a fool I must look. Damn Barak, if he had not come then—
Lady Honor stepped to a cabinet. I heard her pour some liquid into a glass. She crossed and knelt beside me, smiling gently. ‘I have some aqua vitae here, my apothecary prescribes it for faintness.’
‘Aqua vitae?’ I laughed as I took the delicate little glass she gave me.
‘You have heard of it?’
‘Oh, yes.’ I took a cautious sip of the colourless liquid. It burned, but far less than the Polish stuff. It seemed to reawaken me. ‘Thank you,’ I said.
She looked at me thoughtfully. ‘I think you have had much to try you, it has brought you low. Who is that creature?’
‘Lord Cromwell has set him to work with me on the Greek Fire matter. He lacks grace, I fear.’ I stood up, ashamed at my weakness. ‘Lady Honor, I must go. If Barak has a message from the earl I must attend to it.’
‘Come again soon,’ she said, ‘to dinner. Just the two of us. No Marchamount, no duke, no Barak.’ She smiled.
‘I should like that, Lady Honor.’
‘Honor will do.’
We stood facing each other a moment. I was tempted to lean forward and kiss her, but I merely bowed and left the room. Outside I cursed myself for my cowardice.
Barak was standing glowering in the hall. I led the way out and we stood waiting while the horses were brought round.
‘What was the message?’ I asked curtly.
‘He’s brought the meeting forward, to eleven o’clock.’
‘Was that all? It could have waited.’
‘A message from the earl could have waited? I think not. What did Lady Honor tell you, by the way?’
‘She confirmed the Duke of Norfolk has sought her for his mistress; she didn’t want to talk about it, felt it would have been less dishonourable to her if the information was forced from her by Cromwell.’
He grunted. ‘It wasted our time.’
‘It was fealty to her family.’
‘You are sure she knows no more?’
‘She knows nothing more than what she has told me before. I am convinced of that now.’
‘Rude woman,’ he said.
God’s death,’ I snapped, ‘you are a churl. You enjoy mocking your betters, don’t you? Refinement seems a crime in your eyes.’
‘She’s got haughty ways and a vile tongue,’ Barak said, ‘like all her class. People like her grow rich on the sweat of those who toil on their lands. Put her out to fend for herself and she wouldn’t last a week.’ He smiled bitterly. ‘They use honeyed words when it suits them, but see how they address their inferiors and you divine their true natures.’
‘Oh, you are a bitter man, Jack Barak,’ I said. ‘Your time in the gutter has soured you like an old apple. She has more care for the people around her than you do.’