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nothing. Tell me only how you fare.’
    â€˜Well enough.’
    â€˜Do you find any time to paint nowadays?’
    I shook my head. ‘I did a little last year, but just now -’ I hesitated - ‘I have many demands on me.’
    â€˜I read worry in your face.’ The gaze from the Queen’s hazel eyes was as keen as Elizabeth’s.
    â€˜ ’Tis only the lines that come with age. Though not on yours, your majesty.’
    â€˜If you ever have troubles, you know I would help you all I can.’
    â€˜A small private matter only.’
    â€˜An affair of the heart, perhaps?’
    I glanced over at the ladies at the window, realizing that all the while the Queen had kept her voice raised sufficiently for them to hear. No one would ever be able to report that Catherine Parr had had a privy conversation with a man the King disliked.
    â€˜No, your majesty,’ I answered. ‘Not that.’
    She nodded, frowned thoughtfully for a moment, then asked, ‘Matthew, have you any experience with the Court of Wards?’
    I looked at her in surprise. ‘No, your majesty.’ The Court of Wards had been founded by the King a few years ago, to deal with the wealthy orphan children throughout the land who came under his control. There was no court more corrupt, nor one where justice was less likely to be found. It was also where any documents certifying Ellen’s lunacy would be kept, for the King had legal charge of lunatics too.
    â€˜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.’
    â€˜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.’
    â€˜Depositions. That is true of all the courts, your majesty.’
    â€˜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.’
    â€˜The French? But they say they may land anywhere.’
    â€˜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 ...
    â€˜I will do it,’ I said.
    â€˜Thank you.’ She smiled gratefully and turned to the ladies. ‘Jane, please fetch Mistress Calfhill.’
    â€˜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.
    â€˜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