‘So she must, I suppose.’
‘After that, I went mad for a while.’ He gave a bark of laughter. ‘Sometimes I think I’m still a bit mad. I ran away from home, left school, though I’d been doing well. I got in with the gangs. A poor child must look after himself too, you know.’ He stared out over the water. ‘Ended by getting caught stealing a ham. I was put in prison and would have faced the rope; it was a big ham, worth over a shilling. But the warden was a Putney man and recognized my father’s name. Coming from the same part of the world as Lord Cromwell he had contacts with him; I ended up going before him and he put me to work, running errands at first and then other things.’ Barak turned to me. ‘So I owe the earl everything. My very life.’
‘I see.’
He stood up, taking a deep breath. ‘There was a pub by the Tower where my stepfather met Bealknap. I think it was a meeting place for Bealknap’s stable of rogues. I’ll go down there, try to find it.’
I looked at him. ‘No wonder you have no good opinion of lawyers.’
‘You’re more honest than most,’ he grunted.
‘You never see your mother or stepfather?’
‘I’ve seen them once or twice about the City, but I always turn away. I’m dead for all they know or care.’
WE TOOK A WHERRY as far as Three Cranes Stairs, then walked north to Lothbury. I had to hurry to keep up with Barak’s loping pace. By the Grocers’ Hall a couple of young gentlemen in fine doublets were mocking a beggar who sat in the doorway, displaying a face caked with weeping sores to stir the public’s pity.
‘Come, fellow, you should go for a soldier!’ one was saying. ‘Everyone is needed at muster now, to fight the pope and the king’s enemies.’ He took a sword from a leather scabbard and waved it. The beggar, who looked hardly fit to rise let alone take up arms, scrabbled back in panic, making the hoarse grunts of a dumb man.
‘He can’t speak the king’s English,’ said the other fellow. ‘Maybe he’s a foreigner.’
Barak walked over, hand on his own sword, and looked the young gallant in the eye. ‘Leave him,’ he said. ‘Unless you’d like to try your luck with me?’
The fellow’s eyes narrowed, but he sheathed his sword and turned away. Barak took a coin from his pocket and laid it by the beggar. ‘Come on,’ he said curtly.
‘That was a brave gesture,’ I said. The words of the motto on the barrel of Greek Fire came back to me. Lupus est homo homini: man is wolf to man.
Barak snorted. ‘Those arseholes are only fit to bait those who can’t fight back.’ He spat on the ground. ‘Gentlemen.’
We reached Lothbury Street. Ahead of us stood St Margaret’s church, beside which narrow lanes led off into a warren of little buildings from where a metallic clangour could be heard. Because of the endless noise virtually no one save the founders lived in Lothbury.
‘Goodwife Gristwood will meet us at her son’s foundry,’ I said. ‘We go up here, Nag’s Lane.’
We turned into a narrow passageway between two-storey houses. Cinders and fragments of charcoal were mixed with the alley dust and there was a harsh smell of hot iron. Nearly all the houses had workshops attached; their doors were open and I could see men moving within. Spades scraped on stone floors as coal was loaded into furnaces from which a bright red, concentrated glow was visible.
At length I halted in front of a small house. The workshop door was closed; Barak knocked twice. It opened and a wiry young man wearing a heavy apron over an old smock pitted with burn holes looked at us suspiciously. He had Goodwife Gristwood’s thin, sharp features.
‘Master Harper?’ I asked.
‘Ay.’
‘I am Master Shardlake.’
‘Come in,’ the founder replied in a less than friendly tone. ‘Mother’s here.’
I followed him into his little foundry. An unlit furnace dominated the room, a pile of charcoal beside it. A collection of pots was stacked by the door. On a stool in one corner Goodwife Gristwood sat. She gave me a surly nod.
‘Well, master lawyer,’ she said. ‘Here he is.’
Harper nodded at Barak. ‘Who’s that?’
‘My assistant.’
‘We founders stick together,’ he said warningly. ‘I’ve only to call out for half Lothbury to be here.’
‘We mean you no harm - it is only information I want. Your mother has told you we seek information about Michael and Sepultus’s experiments?’
‘Ay.’ He sat down beside his mother and looked at me. ‘They told me they wanted to build something, an arrangement of pumps and tanks. That’s beyond my capacity, but I do a lot of casting for a man who works for the City repairing the conduits.’
‘Peter Leighton.’
‘Ay. I helped Master Leighton cast the iron for the pipes and the tank.’ He looked at me keenly. ‘Mother says there could be danger for those who know about this.’