‘She remembers the burning village, her life in camp. She knows I gave her a life, a place in the world. I rescued her, I’m all she has. I treated her as my daughter.’
‘Guy,’ I said, ‘would you do me a small favour? Go and fetch Josephine.’
Coldiron turned to him as he went to the door. ‘Sir,’ he said pleadingly, ‘you don’t believe these lies?’
Guy did not answer. When he had gone Coldiron and I stood facing each other. He licked his lips. ‘Sir, please don’t report this. If it came to a trial they might believe Saddler’s lies.’
‘They will be able to check what he says with the company records. Then we will have the truth.’
‘Just let Josephine and me go,’ he said pleadingly. ‘We’ll leave, as soon as you like. Though I’m an old man, injured in the King’s service—’
‘Injured when you were caught cheating at cards, I heard.’
His face twisted with anger for a moment, but he said no more. The door opened again and Guy came in. Josephine trailed after him, looking afraid.
‘Sir,’ she said at once. ‘Have I done something wrong? Father—’
‘Shut your face, Jojo,’ Coldiron told her warningly. ‘Keep quiet.’
I said, ‘Josephine, you are not in trouble. But I know William Coldiron is not your father. Coldiron is not even his real name.’
Josephine had been shifting nervously from foot to foot but now she became very still, her face watchful, eyes narrowed. And I realized her stupidity and clumsiness were largely an act. A part she had grown used to playing for Coldiron over the years, as Emma Curteys had learned to play the part of her brother. No doubt that was how Coldiron liked her to be – silly, clumsy, dependent.
‘When I was in Portsmouth,’ I continued. ‘I learned some things about Master Coldiron. How he really got his injury—’
‘It was at Flodden, sir,’ she said.
‘Lies. And he deserted from his company years later, when he took you.’
She looked at Guy. He nodded. She turned to Coldiron. ‘You said you had to leave, Father, the men were going to do bad things to me and you wanted to protect me—’
‘I said shut up,’ Coldiron hissed, ‘you stupid clumsy French mare.’
She stopped speaking at once. ‘I am going to let you go, Coldiron,’ I said. ‘I will not report your crimes – I would not have your disgrace visited on Josephine. Go now. But you, Josephine, I would like you to stay and work for me. If you want to.’
Her lip trembled. ‘But sir, you know – Dr Malton knows – how useless I am.’
‘You are,’ Coldiron said hotly. ‘You need me to look after you, stop you messing everything up.’
I turned to her. ‘That is not true.’
‘We will look after you, Josephine,’ Guy said gently. She looked between us, then her face crumpled and she raised her hands to her face, sobbing. Guy walked over and patted her shoulder.
‘Leave her alone, you brown shit!’ Coldiron shouted out. ‘And you, you crookback bastard! You’ve always been against me; you hate soldiers, any real men, that aren’t weaklings and cripples and cowards—’
Suddenly I lost all reason. I ran at him. Coldiron jerked away in surprise as I grasped him by the shoulders, turned him round and marched him into the hall. Simon and Timothy had heard the raised voices and were standing in the kitchen doorway, open-mouthed.
‘Tim!’ I shouted. ‘Open the door!’
Coldiron howled, ‘No, not in front of the boys! No!’ He struggled as Timothy ran and threw open the door. I propelled Coldiron through it. He went flying, landing face down on the ground at the bottom of the steps. He howled like a stuck pig, then turned and stared up at me. As I slammed the door in his face the best thing was that just behind me Coldiron saw Simon and Timothy laughing and clapping their hands.
Chapter Fifty-two
I RETURNED TO the parlour. Josephine sat at the table, calmer now, Guy beside her. She looked up at me, a direct look rather than her usual averted gaze. ‘Is he gone, sir?’ she asked tremulously.
I breathed hard. My shoulders were hurting now. ‘Yes, he is.’
Guy asked gently, ‘Do you remember your last name, Josephine, from when you were small?’
‘No.’ She bowed her head. ‘But I remember the village, the house burning.’ She looked up at me. ‘I remember some of the soldiers in the camp were kind. But then he took me away.’ Then she gave a deep sigh. ‘How will I manage without him?’
Guy said, ‘Do you wish to? You could still follow him.’
‘But I am nobody, nothing.’
‘We do not think so, or we would not have asked you to stay.’