Dark Fire

I took a deep breath. ‘Yes, my lord. Most brutally.’


‘I’ve got men searching for the formula,’ Barak said. ‘They’ll take the place apart if need be.’

‘And the women?’

‘They’ll be kept there. They’re both scared out of their wits. They know nothing. I’ve told the men to ask round the neighbouring houses to see if anyone saw the attack, but Wolf’s Lane looks like a place where people take care to mind their own business.’

‘Who betrayed me?’ Cromwell whispered intently. ‘Which of them?’ He stared at me fixedly. ‘Well, Matthew, what did you make of what you saw?’

‘I think there were two men involved and that they broke in with axes. They killed the brothers at once in the alchemist’s workshop, where they were working, then went to a chest that was kept there and smashed it in. There was a bag of gold inside, but they left it untouched.’ I hesitated. ‘My guess is that the formula was there and they knew it.’

There was a grey tinge to Cromwell’s face. He set his thin lips.

‘You can’t be sure,’ Barak interjected.

‘I’m not sure of anything,’ I replied with sudden heat. I made my voice calm. ‘But no search was made of the rest of the room. The books on the shelves were undisturbed and would they not have been an obvious place to look for a hidden paper? Also, I believe some bottles were taken from the shelves. I think the people who murdered those poor men knew exactly what they were looking for.’

‘So there will be no physical traces left of their experiments,’ Cromwell said.

‘That would be my guess, my lord.’ I looked anxiously at him, but he only nodded reflectively.

‘See, Jack,’ he said suddenly, nodding at me. ‘Learn from a master of observation.’ He turned bleak eyes on me again. ‘Matthew, you must help me solve this.’

‘But, my lord—’

‘I can’t tell anyone else,’ he said with sudden passion. ‘I daren’t. If it got to the king—’ He sighed, a shuddering sound. It was the first time I had seen Thomas Cromwell afraid.

‘You must solve this,’ he repeated. ‘You can have any authority, any resources.’

I stood on the fine carpet, my heart thudding. Once before he had sent me to investigate a killing, pitching me into horrors beyond imagining. Not again, I thought. Not again.

He seemed to read my mind and sudden anger flashed in his eyes. ‘Christ’s wounds, man,’ he snapped. ‘I’ve saved that girl’s life for you. Or at least I’ll save it if you help me; Forbizer can be made to change his mind again if need be. My own life could be at stake here as well as everything you once believed in.’ I had a momentary vision of Elizabeth, lying blank-eyed in her cell. And I knew that at a word from Cromwell I could be flung in gaol too, for knowing too much.

‘I will help, my lord,’ I said quietly.

He looked at me for a long moment, then gestured to Barak. ‘Jack, the Bible. Before I tell you more, Matthew, I must have your oath to keep this matter secret.’

Barak laid a luxury edition of the new Great Bible, which had been ordered to be set in every church, upon the desk. I looked at the brightly coloured title page: King Henry on his throne, handing copies of God’s Word to Cromwell on one side, Archbishop Cranmer on the other, who in turn passed them down to the people. I swallowed and touched the book.

‘I swear I will keep the matter of Greek Fire privy,’ Cromwell said. I repeated the words, feeling I was turning a key in a set of fetters that bound me to him again.

‘And help me to the best of your ability.’

‘To the best of my ability.’

Cromwell gave a satisfied nod, though he still sat hunched over his desk like some great beast at bay. He picked something up and turned it over in his big hands: it was the miniature portrait he had had at the Domus.

‘The reformist cause is tottering, Matthew.’ He spoke quietly. ‘It’s even worse than the rumours say. The king’s afraid and grows more afraid every day as Norfolk and Bishop Gardiner tip their poison in his ear. Afraid of common people reading the Bible, fearing they’ll end by overthrowing the social order in bloody chaos like the Anabaptists at Münster. Radical reformers stand in danger of the fire - you know Robert Barnes is under arrest?’

‘I had heard.’ I took a deep breath; I did not want to hear this.

‘The Act of Six Articles the king forced through last year takes us halfway back to Rome and now he wants the lower classes forbidden from reading the Bible. And he’s afraid of invasion.’

‘Our defences—’

‘Could never withstand a combined onslaught by France and Spain. King Francis and Emperor Charles have quarrelled and the threat’s over for now, but things could change again.’ He took the miniature and laid it on top of the Bible. ‘Do you still paint, Matthew, for a pastime?’

I looked at him, puzzled by his change of tack. ‘Not for some time, my lord.’

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