'It's only — if you get the chance, could you ask him if he could send me less paperwork? Every night this week I've had to sit up making returns on the weaponry, and I know they have the information already.'
I smiled. 'I will see what I can do. It is the temper of the times, though; it is hard to go against the tide.'
'This tide of paper will end by drowning us,' he said sorrowfully.
===OO=OOO=OO===
Lord Cromwell's house in Stepney was an imposing red-brick mansion he had had built a few years before. It housed not just his wife and son but a dozen young sons of clients, whom he had taken into his household for their education. I had visited it before; the house was like a miniature court with its servants and teachers, clerks and constant visitors. As I approached I saw a crowd of ragged people waiting outside. An old blind man, shoeless in the snow, stood with his hand out, calling, 'Alms, alms by your mercy.' I had heard that Cromwell got his servants to distribute doles from the side gate in an effort to gain popularity among the London poor. It was a scene uncomfortably reminiscent of the monastery dole day.
I stabled my horse and was led indoors by Blitheman the steward, an amiable fellow. Lord Cromwell would be a little late, he said, and offered me some wine.
'That would be welcome.'
'Tell me, sir, would you care to see Lord Cromwell's leopard? He likes it to be shown to visitors. It's in a cage at the back.'
'I heard he had recently acquired such a beast. Thank you.'
Blitheman led me through the busy house to a yard at the back. I had never seen a leopard, though I had heard of those fabulous spotted creatures, which could run faster than the wind. He led me out, smiling proprietorially. My nostrils were assailed with a great stink, and I found myself looking through the bars of a metal cage perhaps twenty feet square. The stone floor was dotted with gobbets of meat, and a great cat prowled up and down. Its fur was golden with black spots, and everything in its lean, muscled frame spoke of savage power. As we entered the yard it turned and snarled, showing huge yellow fangs.
'A fearsome beast,' I said.
'Fifteen pounds it cost my lord.'
The leopard sat down and stared at us, occasionally lifting its lips in a snarl.
'What is its name?' I asked.
'Oh, it has no name, it would not be godly to give a Christian's name to such a monster.'
'Poor creature, it must be cold.'
A boy in livery appeared at the door and muttered to Blitheman.
'Lord Cromwell is returned,' Blitheman said. 'Come, he is in his study.' With a last glance at the snarling leopard, I followed him inside. I reflected that my master, too, had a savage reputation and wondered whether he was sending a deliberate message by possessing such a creature.
===OO=OOO=OO===
Lord Cromwell's study was a smaller version of his Westminster office, packed with paper-strewn tables. Normally it was gloomy, but today the sunlight reflected from the snow in the garden sent a penetrating white light across the heavy creases and folds of his face as he sat behind his desk. His look at me when I was shown in was hostile, his mouth set tight and his chin projecting angrily. He did not bid me sit.
'I had expected to hear from you sooner,' he said coldly. 'Nine days. And the business isn't settled yet, I can tell by your look.' He noticed my sword. 'God's blood, do you wear a weapon in my presence?'
'No, my lord,' I said, hastily unbuckling it. 'It is a piece of evidence, I had to bring it.' I laid it on a table where an illustrated copy of the English Bible lay open at a picture of Sodom and Gomorrah consumed by flames. I told him all that had happened: the deaths of Simon and Gabriel and the discovery of Orphan Stonegarden's body, the abbot's offer of surrender, my suspicions about the land sales, and finally Jerome's letter, which I passed to him. Except when he was reading it he glared at me throughout with that unblinking gaze of his. When I had finished he let out a snort.