Heartstone by C. J. Sansom Read Free Book Online

where any documents certifying Ellen's lunacy would be kept, for the King had legal charge of lunatics too.
    'No matter. The case I would like you to take requires an honest man above all, and you know the sort of lawyers who make wards their speciality.' She leaned forward. 'Would you pursue a case there? For me? I wish you to take it, rather than Master Warner, because you have more experience in representing ordinary people.'
    'I would need to refresh my mind about the procedures. But otherwise, yes.'
    She nodded. 'Thank you. One more thing you should know before I bring in your new client. Master Warner tells me Wards' cases often involve lawyers travelling to where the young wards live to gather statements.'
    'Depositions. That is true of all the courts, your majesty.'
    'The boy concerned in this case lives in Hampshire, near Portsmouth.'
    I thought, the way there from London lies through West Sussex. Where Ellen comes from.
    The Queen hesitated, choosing her next words carefully. 'The Portsmouth area may not be the safest region to travel to these next few weeks.'
    'The French? But they say they may land anywhere.'
    'We have spies in France, and the word is they are headed for Portsmouth. It is not certain, but likely. I would not have you take on this matter without knowing that, for Master Warner tells me depositions may well be needed.'
    I looked at her. I sensed how much she wanted me to deal with this case. And if I could go via Rolfswood . . .
    'I will do it,' I said.
    'Thank you.' She smiled gratefully and turned to the ladies. 'Jane, please fetch Mistress Calfhill.'
    'Now,' she said to me quietly, 'Bess Calfhill, whom you are about to meet, was an old servant of mine when I was Lady Latimer. A housekeeper at one of our properties in the north and later in London. She is a good, true woman, but she has recently suffered a great loss. Deal with her gently. If anyone deserves justice, it is Bess.'
    The maid-in-waiting returned, bringing with her the woman I had seen in the presence chamber. She was small, frail looking. She approached with nervous steps, her hands held tightly together.
    'Come, good Bess,' the Queen said in a welcoming voice. 'This is Master Shardlake, a serjeant at law. Jane, bring over a chair. One for Serjeant Shardlake too.'
    Mistress Calfhill lowered herself onto a cushioned chair and I sat opposite her. She studied me with her intent gaze, grey-blue eyes clear against the lined, unhappy face. She frowned for a second, perhaps noticing I was a hunchback. Then she looked at the Queen, her expression softening at the sight of the dog.
    'This is Rig, Bess,' the Queen said. 'Is he not a fine fellow? Come, stroke him.'
    Hesitantly, Bess leaned across and touched the animal. Its feathery tail wagged. 'Bess always loved dogs,' the Queen told me, and I realized she had kept Rig back to help relax her old servant. 'Now, Bess,' the Queen said, 'tell Serjeant Shardlake everything. Do not be afraid. He will be your true friend in this. Tell him as you told me.'
    Bess leaned back, looked at me anxiously. 'I am a widow, sir.' She spoke softly. 'I had a son, Michael, a goodly, gentle boy.' Her eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them away resolutely. 'He was clever, and thanks to Lady Latimer's - I beg pardon, the Queen's - kindness, he went to Cambridge.' Pride came into her voice. 'He graduated and came back to London. He had obtained a post as tutor to a family of merchants named Curteys. In a good house near the Moorgate.'
    'You must have been proud,' I said.
    'So I was, sir.'
    'When was this?'
    'Seven years ago. Michael was happy in his position. Master Curteys and his wife were good people. Cloth merchants. As well as their house in London they had bought some woodland belonging to a little nunnery down in Hampshire, in the country north of Portsmouth. All the monasteries were going down then.'
    'I remember very well.'
    'Michael said the nuns had lived in luxury from the profits of selling the