The Traitor’s Mark

by D. K. Wilson

  We had stopped by a market stall selling pressed apple juice and we bought beakers of the sweet liquid.

  ‘You say Black Harry offered to help us apprehend Brooke.’

  ‘Yes, but he would have said anything to save his own skin.’

  ‘Even so, if we could bring in Chapuys’ agent – the one man connecting him to Norfolk ...’

  ‘But the price is too high. To allow this monster to walk free after all the misery and suffering he’s been responsible for? Unthinkable.’

  ‘Perhaps.’

  The word struck me with almost physical force. Black Harry had used that same word to cast doubt on my allusion to the fate that awaited him. Now I began to see that the villain might have reason for confidence in his bargaining position. To someone like me who had first-hand experience of his vicious career, there could be no doubt the world had to be rid of him. But others who fought in the political arena marked out by compromise and moral variables might see him in a different light.

  Morice added, ‘I know how you feel about this papist rakehell and I, too, want to see him pay the price for his crimes, not the least of which was his murder of Master Holbein.’

  ‘Then there’s no more to be said!’ I shouted. Passers-by stared as I lengthened my stride making Morice half-run to keep up. ‘I’ll listen to no talk of deals. All I want to hear from you is that Black Harry is dangling at a rope’s end.’

  ‘No, just stop and think for a moment,’ Morice said. ‘Our noble German friend gave his life in uncovering a conspiracy against the archbishop and the reformed religion of England, It was he who led us to Ferdinand Brooke. If we allow Brooke to escape, Holbein’s sacrifice will have been in vain.’

  I struggled with the implications of what he was saying. ‘Sweet Jesu, man! You can’t honestly think I should have accepted Black Harry’s request to negotiate his release! ’

  ‘I can see why you did not. He put you in a difficult position. You are a man of principle. He is a reprobate who has lost all understanding of good and evil. Believe me, Thomas, I do share your sense of outrage. His attempt to prey on your concern for your friend, Bart Miller, not to mention his readiness to betray his own nefarious colleague, places him beyond contempt. But—’

  ‘Aye,’ I said angrily, ‘I knew there would be a “but”. “But” is a shovel word with which men bury good deeds and right thinking. I suppose you are going to tell me I should consider the “bigger picture”.’

  ‘Yes, I’m afraid I am. That’s the picture I have to consider. It’s the picture his grace has to consider. He is responsible for preventing England falling back into popery. If you knew the number of times he has had to ... stretch ... his own principles in order to safeguard a greater good, I suppose you might censure him. But, I tell you this, without someone like his grace at the king’s elbow, the war against false religion would long since have been lost. It will still be lost if we do not crush his enemies completely.’

  We retraced our steps to the inn in total silence.

  As we stood on the threshold, I muttered, ‘Well, do as you wish. Thank God, I’m not a politician.’

  He turned and grasped my hand. ‘Thomas, don’t let us part like this. You and your men have done an excellent job.’Tis up to us “mere politicians”, to make the best advantage of your achievement. Think about what I’ve said. I’ll discuss the situation with his grace. I’m sure he’ll want to thank you personally. I will keep you informed of what he decides.’ With that Morice hurried back into the building.

  I did think about what he said. In fact, little else occupied my thoughts all the way back to Hemmings. When I arrived, however, other matters pushed Black Harry to the back of my mind. To my intense relief, Adie’s condition was improving. The fever had broken. She was taking food and talking with those who came to her room. The most important of her visitors was her brother, Ignatius, who had appeared that very morning.

  It was Lizzie who reported all this to me. I found her in the brewhouse where I went to slake my thirst after the journey. She was drawing a jug of ale and we took it through to the parlour. She poured beakers for us both.

  ‘So what do you think of this brother?’ I asked.

  ‘Too handsome by half,’ was her immediate response.

  I laughed. ‘Must a man be ugly to gain your approval?’

  ‘Oh, ’tis not his looks I like not. A man may be a popinjay and yet have a heart. This Ignatius is all bound up in himself. He actually told me how inconvenient it was for him to have to come down to Kent. You’d think Adie had got sick to spite him.’

  ‘Yet, he is her brother. We may hope his coming lifts her spirits.’

  She sniffed. ‘We may hope! Were I his sister, my spirits would be revived by fetching him a box about the ears.’

  It was supper time before I had an opportunity to consider Lizzie’s judgement of our guest. My friends and I were all gathered round the hall table and I had placed Ignatius on my right. My first impressions certainly supported Lizzie’s opinion. Adie’s brother was about twenty years of age, yet he had cultivated a short square-cut beard in the latest fashion. His clothes were expensive and, on a chain around his neck, he had a pomander, which he frequently wafted beneath his nose. But it was the large ring he wore on his right hand that, to my expert eye, was most revealing. The stone, a cornelian, was good of colour, but flawed, and the gold was not of high quality.

  ‘A fine ring,’ I said. ‘Is it a family heirloom?’

  ‘Yes, it was my grandfather’s.’

  ‘Was it he who came first to England? The name “Imray” is Flemish, is it not?’

  ‘Yes, we are of an old landed family from near Antwerp.’

  ‘A fine city,’ I said.

  ‘You know it?’ There was a trace of anxiety in his voice.

  ‘Indeed. I am particularly impressed with that enormous cathedral. The biggest in Europe, is it not?’

  ‘Yes,’ he agreed, ‘it is a truly magnificent building.’

  ‘So how did your grandfather come to settle in England?’

  ‘That’s a sad story,’ Ignatius said. ‘There was a family feud that ended with my grandfather being cheated out of his inheritance. But there is still a legal battle going on and I am in hopes to recover my hereditary lands, ’ere long.’

  Ned said, ‘I gather you work for Lord Graves.’

  ‘Well, not so much work for him,’ the young man said airily. ‘The Graves are distant relatives. His lordship is kindly providing hospitality until I can return to Flanders to take my rightful place there.’

  ‘How like you Leicestershire?’ Lizzie asked.

  ‘I like it well. There are several good families among our neighbours.’

  He went on to tell a string of stories – many indiscreet – about the leading clans of Leicestershire. ‘But they are good-hearted folk,’ he concluded. ‘I think I may soon find a suitable wife there. That is, if I have time to look. His lordship is much away and he leaves me in charge of the estate.’

  The conversation drifted on to such subjects as fashion, hunting and the breeding of horses, on all of which our guest had pronounced opinions. By this time Bart and Lizzie were exchanging conspiratorial smiles and sometimes putting hands to mouths to conceal laughter. When Ignatius boasted of the sums he had won at cards, Bart suggested a game of primero.

  At that stage I intervened. ‘Excellent idea, but first I must steal our friend away from you. We need to discuss Adie’s future.’

  I took Ignatius to my parlour and set before him some canary wine in one of my Venetian glasses.

  ‘I am most impressed by your family history,’ I said, ‘but one thing that puzzles me is how the sister of such a fine gentleman as you finds herself in the position of nurse to the children of a mere artisan.’

  He took a long draught of wine and set down his glass with a sigh. ‘I’m sorry to have to say that she is responsible for her fall in status. Lord Graves has been very good to us, especially after our father die
d – worn out by the legal battle over our lands. He arranged a good match for Adriana with the son of a gentleman third in line to an earldom. Any other girl would have been delighted by the opportunity. But not Adriana. She flew into fits of angry tears at the mere mention of her suitor’s name. It was all very embarrassing.

  Naturally, I did what I could to soothe his lordship’s anger but he was, very reasonably, upset. He said if she would not have the man he had chosen, he would have nothing more to do with her. As it happened, that painter fellow was in the house to take his lordship’s likeness. He offered to give Adriana a home looking after his children and she accepted. She said anywhere would be better than under Lord Graves’s roof. It was wickedly ungracious of her.’

  I sat back and took a long hard look at the effete young man before me.

  ‘You are an entertaining guest, Master Imray. My problem is filleting out the bones of fact from all the highly coloured flesh of your fictions. Everyone here has become very fond of your sister, and I, for one, do not recognise the picture you have painted of her. Do you think we might start again, so that you can tell me the truth about her and your shared background?’

  Chapter 27

  Imray covered his obvious shock with bluster. ‘Master Treviot, I greatly appreciate your hospitality to me and your care for my sister, but I’ll thank you to guard your tongue better.’

  I ignored the protest. ‘Let us begin with your family origins. Most Flemings who have come to England are cloth weavers – excellent craftsmen, proud of their skill and their independence. They arrived, seeking that freedom to ply their trade that was denied them in their own land. Would I be right in assuming that your grandfather was among their number?’

  Imray stared into his glass and made no comment.

  I continued. ‘I suggest that like others of his honourable calling he, unfortunately, arrived in England at a bad time for independent artisans. The wealthy London cloth merchants were consistently and deliberately extending their control over all sections of the industry. Spinners, weavers and fullers were being forced to work for these clothiers on the terms they set. Many of them went out of business. Was that the fate of your grandfather, or, perhaps, your father?’

  ‘My father was a gentleman attendant on Lord Graves,’ Imray responded haughtily.

  ‘Ah, yes, he was resourceful enough to take up another career – as a falconer, I believe.’

  ‘Is that what my sister has told you?’

  ‘It is. Are you suggesting that she was lying?’

  The young man’s cheeks were flushed as he struggled to retain his dignity. ‘She’s only a simple woman. She doesn’t understand how a noble household operates. Our father was very close to Lord Graves.’

  ‘And looked after his hunting birds.’

  ‘He had a natural talent for falconry. He bought and trained the best birds in Europe. Lord Graves’s mews is the finest in England. He even supplied hawks to his majesty.’ ‘Then why are you ashamed of him?’

  ‘I? Ashamed?’ He stood abruptly. ‘Sir, you forget yourself!’

  ‘Oh, do sit down,’ I said, as patiently as I could. ‘It is not my intention to insult you. My only concern is for Adriana’s welfare. You want to better yourself and become a fine gentleman. There’s nothing wrong with that; though, if you want my advice, I would suggest that putting on airs and graces doesn’t create the impression you would like to convey. However, that is your concern. Mine is for Adriana.’

  Imray sat down, still sullen. ‘In that case I trust you will arrange for her to return to Leicestershire.’

  ‘Certainly, if she wishes to do so – and only if she wishes to do so. Now, I understand you have lost both your parents. When was that?’

  ‘Five years since. They were on a visit to relatives in Flanders. On the way back their ship foundered.’

  ‘I’m sorry. So you were left alone, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, to fend for yourself and your sister. That must have been very hard.’

  He nodded. ‘We owe everything to Lord Graves. He was like a second father to us. He kept me as his falconer and had Adriana taught with his own daughters. He promised to find a husband for her.’

  ‘But not, I fancy, with a gentleman third in line to an earldom.’

  The young man looked down into his glass. ‘Well, that might have been a bit of an exaggeration. His lordship urged her to accept one of his tenant farmers whose wife had recently died.’

  ‘How old was this farmer?’

  Ignatius shrugged. ‘About fifty.’

  ‘I imagine that was a union Adriana did not altogether relish.’

  ‘He’s a good man. Adriana would have been well cared for and she could not expect anything better.’

  ‘Perhaps she hoped to find a man more to her liking.’

  ‘It would be a strange world, Master Treviot, in which women chose their husbands! As I said earlier, his lordship was most displeased with her stubbornness.’

  ‘That must have made life difficult for you.’

  He nodded enthusiastically, abandoning his image. At last I saw something of his real feelings. ‘It was so thoughtless of her, so selfish. After all Lord Graves had done for us. It could have ruined everything – for both of us.’

  ‘You were caught in the middle.’

  ‘Yes, his lordship said I should assert my authority over my sister but she’s a proud, malapert little jade, as you may have discovered.’

  ‘How came she to work for Master Holbein?’

  ‘Twas as I said. The painter was come to make portraits for Lord and Lady Graves. He remarked that he needed a nurse for his children and Adriana begged to be allowed to leave with him. His lordship said she could go to the devil for all he cared. And he was right, wasn’t he? I gather Holbein is now dead. So Adriana is cast adrift in the world, without any prospects. Shameful!’

  ‘Your sister is currently under my protection.’

  ‘Protection! From what I hear, your care for her has driven her to the sin of suicide.’

  ‘She told you that?’

  He evaded the question. ‘She didn’t need to. I have eyes and ears.’

  I was losing patience with this hubristic yonker, whose only concern was his own standing with his patron. ‘Then I urge you to use them more carefully. If you do you will realise that she has been battered by cruel fate till she can bear no more. She still grieves for her parents. She has been vilely abused by violent men. She can see no future for herself, save as the bedfellow of some rural clod old enough to be her father. Her only relative is a brother who regards her as an embarrassment. Life for her seems empty. Can you wonder that she sought to end it?’

  Imray’s sullen scowl returned. ‘And what is there for her here?’

  ‘Friends who will nurse her back to health of body and spirit and help her to find a future that has some prospect of happiness.’

  Imray shrugged. ‘I see you have some strange ideas about women, Master Treviot. If you are determined to send me back empty-handed, I suppose I must give way. What am I to tell his lordship?’

  ‘You don’t need my advice on that. You are a gifted storyteller. Except that you must be more careful to get your facts right. Antwerp cathedral is not the largest in Europe. In fact, it is smaller than St Paul’s. Now, let us rejoin the others and you can demonstrate your skill at primero.’

  *

  Later I went to Adie’s chamber but she was sleeping. Before I withdrew I left instructions with the servants that Ignatius was not to be readmitted without me being present also.

  The stipulation proved unnecessary: young Master Imray departed early the next day without seeking to trouble his sister further. Over the next couple of days Adie rid herself completely of the fever that had racked her body but not of the melancholy that gripped her mind. Bart also lapsed into a sombre mood that contrasted with his usual liveliness. When jthe men who had escorted our prisoners to Canterbury returned; when all the stories of the Fletcham venture had been
told and retold until the hearers tired of them, an air of quiet anxiety settled over Hemmings. We all felt the anti-climax. The days of excitement were over but still the underlying problems remained. Reports arrived of the progress of Legh’s commission: of houses ransacked in the search for incriminating material; of jails filling with prisoners; of troops being used to disperse little groups of protesters. There seemed no end to the religious conflicts riving society, no resolution to the underlying problems facing Kent – and the nation. As to the specific questions still disturbing my own mind, I finally decided to seek advice from friends.

  Ned and Lizzie joined me in my chamber one morning when wind and rain were, once again, rattling the casements. I shared with them what I had gleaned from Ignatius about Adie and their family background.

  ‘Small wonder she was driven to a desperate act,’ Lizzie said. ‘I’ll wager if she went with that puffed-up barnyard cock of a brother, she’d soon try again.’

  Ned agreed. ‘She lacks hope. She doesn’t want to go back to Leicestershire. She knows that the respite you have provided can only be temporary. Once there were places where such as she could find solace and even a purpose in life.’

  ‘The nunneries?’

  ‘Aye. And now they have gone, there remains only one estate she can embrace – marriage.’

  ‘And her treatment at the hands of Black Harry’s gang will make it hard for her to yield herself to a husband’s demands,’ Lizzie said.

  ‘So what can we do?’I asked.

  ‘Continue showing her kindness,’ Ned suggested. ‘Tis a slow cure but one that ...’

  At that Lizzie glared at us. ‘Men! All you think of is doing! As though some wise words or generous actions will change her. What Adie needs is to be somebody; to know that she has it within her to perform a role in life; to believe that she matters to at least someone. Think!' she almost shouted. ‘When is she happiest?’