âIn that case,â I went on, âwhat about Master Wedmore? What happens to him?â
âItâs been agreed that we hold him for thirty days. If, at the end of that time, Dame Bellknapp has not returned to the city with evidence or witnesses to corroborate her accusation against him, then he will be released.â
âThirty days!â I exclaimed in disgust. âYouâre going to keep that poor boy locked up for thirty days while some vindictive old crone browbeats her dependents into backing up her story? If he wereââ
Richard sighed wearily. âI know! I know! If he were the son of a belted earl, or even of a city alderman, it would be different. Of course it would. Grow up, for heavenâs sake, Roger! See the world for what it is, not as you think it ought to be. And, furthermore, Dame Bellknapp is not a crone. A little long in the tooth, perhaps â I doubt sheâll see forty again â but a handsome woman for all that.â
âI can see sheâs won you over,â I accused him furiously, and stormed off home without giving him a chance to answer.
I barged into the kitchen, where Adela was seated at the table with Nicholas and Elizabeth, trying to teach them their numbers and letters, took off my boots and threw them across the room. My spirits lifted a little, however, when I realized that my former mother-in-law was no longer present.
Adela relieved the children of their hornbooks, patted them on the head and told them to run along. âYour fatherâs present mood is unfit for your little eyes and ears.â They needed no second bidding, and after casting me a leery glance, disappeared upstairs, where they were soon to be heard charging around like Hannibal and all his elephants. âWell? Whatâs the matter?â she demanded.
I told her, calming down as I did so, soothed by her presence and by that rare ability of hers to listen without interrupting. But even when Iâd finished, she still said nothing for a full minute, one hand pressed to her mouth, while she assimilated the most important part of my story.
At last she asked, âAnd youâre certain, sweetheart, that this John Wedmore isnât lying? That he
is
your fatherâs son? Your half-brother?â
âI have no doubt whatsoever. I knew he reminded me of someone the moment he walked into the Green Lattis. Heâs my father, as I remember him, to the life. And other memories confirm the truth of what he says. Heâs blood of my blood, Iâm sure of it.â
She took a deep, trembling breath. âThen you must help him. Of course you must. You have no choice in the matter. You ⦠You donât think he could be who this Dame Bellknapp says he is?â
âHe swears he was in Ireland at the time of the murder. I see no reason to disbelieve him, and until I do â¦â I let the sentence hang.
âIn which case,â Adela said quietly, âif you believe him innocent, then you must do your best to prove him so.â
I sighed, drawing her up into my arms and holding her tightly. âItâll mean going to Croxcombe Manor,â I said. âI canât tell how long I might be away. Iâll take my pack, of course. The journey will take me the better part of two days; longer if I stop at the intervening villages to do some selling. Here!â I let her go and emptied the contents of my purse on the kitchen table. âIs that enough to keep you and the children while Iâm away?â
Adela counted out the coins and nodded. âA week perhaps, if Iâm careful.â She added reproachfully, âYou havenât been very busy these past few days.â
âI know.â I was contrite. âIâll take Hercules with me. Heâll be one less mouth to feed.â
âOh, youâll certainly take Hercules with you,â Adela answered cheerfully. âI had no intention of keeping him here with me.
Learning to Kill: Stories