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    ’Why, good Sir Jack.’ He clasped the coroner’s hand and turned to Athelstan. The Dominican caught the taunting look in his eyes. ’So, you are still at St Erconwald’s, Brother?’
    ’Yes, my lord.’
    Gaunt stretched his hand out and smiled dazzlingly.
    ’Like Sir Jack, Brother Athelstan, I have no time for priests but you are always welcome here.’ He gripped Athelstan’s hand firmly. ’Maltravers, close the door.’ He waved his guests to the two chairs the clerk had pushed up before he’d scurried out. ’Do sit down.’
    The wine Sir Maurice served was white, slightly bitter but ice-cold. Athelstan caught the tang and closed his eyes in pleasure, then he felt guilty and opened them. It was always the same with Gaunt, like walking into a spider’s web, silken, soft but still very treacherous. Sir John, however, was enjoying the wine. He had already finished his goblet and was stretching out for Sir Maurice to refill it. The young knight did so, a lopsided smile on his face. Gaunt was slouched in his chair watching the coroner from under heavy-lidded eyes.
    ’You like your wine, Sir Jack?’
    ’Wine gladdens the heart,’ the coroner quipped. ’Or so the psalmist says, and even the apostles drank deep.’
    ’It doesn’t blur your wits?’
    ’No, my lord. Why, does it yours?’
    Gaunt laughed and waved his hand. ’Enough of this jousting.’ He waved airily at Maltravers. ’You know Sir Maurice?’
    ’By name and reputation, yes.’
    ’He’s one of my captains,’ Gaunt continued. ’He has waged war ruthlessly against the French by land and sea. Two months ago, off Calais , he commanded a small flotilla of ships which attacked two French men-of-war, the St Sulpice and the St Denis. The St Denis was sunk, the St Sulpice successfully brought back to Dover . Now the French soldiers and sailors were ransomed by the baker’s dozen. However, five officers, men of quality, were captured. Pierre Vamier; Jean Gresnay; Eudes Maneil; Philippe Routier; and Guillaum Serriem. Being officers they were bound by the customs and usages of war to be ransomed, so they were taken to Hawkmere Manor.’
    ’A desolate place,’ Sir John broke in. ’ Near the priory at Clerkenwell.’
    ’A place of dread indeed.’ Gaunt sifted through the manuscripts on his desk. ’I appointed as their captor, host, guest-master, whatever they wish, Sir Walter Limbright. He and his daughter Lucy have custody of the manor. Limbright is an old soldier. He hates the French, because they burnt his manor outside Winchel-sea, killed his wife and two sons. He was at war while Lucy was visiting relatives at Hyde. Limbright would ensure the French were kept secure.’
    ’What has happened?’ Athelstan asked.
    ’The French envoy to England ,’ Gaunt continued as if Athelstan hadn’t interrupted, ’is Lord Charles de Fontanel. He’s waiting downstairs.’ Gaunt picked up the goblet and rolled it between his hands. ’I hoped the ransoms would be raised and these men released but, to answer your question bluntly, Brother, last night Guillaum Serriem was found poisoned in his chamber.’
    ’Last night?’ Athelstan asked curiously.
    ’Well, to be perfectly honest, this morning, but his body was stiff and cold. The physician, Osmund Aspinall, he’s a leech who owns chambers above an apothecary’s in Cripplegate, reckoned the prisoner must have died shortly after he retired, nine o’clock in the evening.’
    ’He was definitely poisoned?’
    Athelstan glanced fearfully at Sir John. The coroner had now drunk two goblets of wine very quickly and was slouched in his chair cradling his goblet, as a mother would a baby, eyes closed, the most beatific smile on his face.
    ’Oh yes.’ Gaunt raised his voice as if to rouse Cranston . ’Discoloration of the mouth and tongue, a deadly pallor, marks on his belly and thighs.’
    ’And how was the poison administered?’
    Gaunt scratched his chest and glanced testily at the