'Of course they were innocent. No one may say so, but the whole world knows it, the juries at the trial knew. Even the king half-knew though he couldn't admit it to himself and irk his fine conscience. God's death, Matthew, you're innocent for a lawyer. You've the innocence of a reformist believer without the fire. Better to have the fire without the innocence, like me.'

'I believed the charges were true. So many times I have said so.'

'Best to do what most people did on that subject and keep a closed mouth.'

'Perhaps I did know, deep down,' I said quietly. 'In some part of me God has not reached.'

Cromwell looked at me impatiently, irritation in his face.

'So Singleton was killed for revenge,' I said at length. 'Someone killed him in the same manner Anne Boleyn was executed. But who?' A thought came to me. 'Who was Smeaton's second visitor? Jerome mentioned the priest come to shrive him and two others.'

'I'll have Singleton's case papers looked out, see what they say about Smeaton's family. I'll have them at your house within two hours. Meanwhile go to old Smeaton's place, that's a good notion. You return to Scarnsea tomorrow?'

'Yes, the boat leaves before dawn.'

'If you find anything before you go, send the information to me. And Matthew-'

'Yes, my lord.'

He had moved out of the sunlight, the fierce anger and power were back in his eyes. 'Make sure you find the murderer. I have kept this from the king too long. When I tell him I must have the killer's name to give him. And get the abbot's seal on that surrender. I suppose at least there you've achieved something.'

'Yes, my lord.' I hesitated. 'When the house surrenders, what will happen to it?'

He smiled grimly. 'Same as with them all. The abbot and the monks will get their pensions. The servants will have to shift for themselves and serve them right, greedy lubbers. As for the buildings, I'll tell you what I have planned for Lewes. I'm sending a demolition engineer down there; I'm going to have him raze the church and claustral buildings to the ground. And when all the monastery lands are in the king's hands and we rent them out, I'm going to put a clause in every lease saying the tenant must take down any monastic buildings. Even if they just take the lead off the roofs and let the locals take the stone for building, it'll be the same result. No trace left of their centuries of mummery, just a few bare ruins to remind people of the king's power.'

'There are some fine buildings.'

'A gentleman can't live in a church,' Cromwell said impatiently. His eyes narrowed. 'You're not turning papist on me are you, Matthew Shardlake?'

'Never,' I said.

'Then go. And don't fail me this time. Remember, I have it in my power to build up a lawyer's business, but I can also ruin it.' He gave me his bull-like glare again.

'I will not fail, my lord.'

I picked up the sword and left.

CHAPTER 28

I left Westminster with my mind in a whirl. I went over the names of everyone at the monastery, trying to find a possible link with the Smeaton family. Could John Smeaton have met Brother Guy in Spain thirty years ago? If he were an apprentice, then he and the sacrist would have been of an age.

All the time I was turning these matters over, in my heart there was a dull, leaden feeling. I had believed Thomas Cromwell incapable of the unchristian acts attributed to him over Anne Boleyn's fall. And now he had casually admitted they were true. And it was not Cromwell who had gulled me into false belief; I had done that for myself.

The horse had been picking its way slowly over the icy ruts in the road, but halfway down Fleet Street it stopped and tossed its head anxiously. A little way ahead a crowd had gathered, blocking the road. Looking over their heads I saw two of the constable's men struggling with a young apprentice. He was resisting fiercely, shouting out at his captors.

'You are the forces of Babylon, you seize God's chosen children! The righteous will prevail, the mighty shall be pulled down!'

The guards pinioned his arms behind his back and hauled him away, still kicking. Some of the crowd yelled catcalls after him, others shouted support.

'Be steadfast, brother! The Lord's chosen will triumph!'

I heard another rider at my elbow, and turned to see the sardonic features of Pepper, the fellow lawyer I had encountered the day I undertook the mission to Scarnsea.

'Ho, Shardlake!' he called amiably. 'So they've taken another hot gospeller. An Anabaptist by the sound of him. They'd have all our property, you know!'

'Is there a round-up of unlicensed preachers? I've been out of London again.'

'There's talk of Anabaptists in London, the king's ordered all suspects to be taken. He'll burn a few and just as well. They're more dangerous than the papists.'

'There is safety nowhere these days.'

'Cromwell's taken the opportunity to have a general round-up. Cutpurses, fraudsters, unlicensed preachers, they've all been lurking in their dog-holes in this fearsome weather and he's rooting them out. Not before time. D'you remember that old woman with the talking bird we saw?'

'Aye. It seems an age ago.'

'It turned out you were right; the bird just repeats words it's taught. They've brought in a couple of boatloads of the creatures and they're the talk of the City, everyone with a town house wants one. The old woman's been charged with fraud, she'll probably be whipped at the cart's tail. But where have you been, keeping by your fire in this cold?'

'No, Pepper, I have been out in the country, Lord Cromwell's business again.'

'I hear he's looking for a new bride for the king already,' he said, fishing for gossip. 'There's talk of a marriage among the German princes, Hesse or Cleves. That'd tie us to the Lutherans.'

'I have heard nothing. As I say, I have been away on Lord Cromwell's business.'

He looked at me enviously. 'He keeps you busy. D'you think he might have work to spare for me?'

I smiled wryly. 'Yes, Pepper, probably he would.'

At home I looked over the correspondence I had been too weary to do more than glance at the night before. There were letters about cases I was handling; people were becoming anxious for replies on several matters. There was also a letter from my father. The harvest had been poor that year, the farm would show little profit and he was thinking of running more land for sheep. He hoped my business was prospering and that Mark was doing well at Augmentations – I had said nothing of his disgrace. He added that it was said in the country more monasteries would come down. Mark's father said that would be good, it would mean more work for Mark.

I put the letter down and sat staring gloomily into the fire. I thought of Mark Smeaton on the rack under torture, guilty of no crime. And Jerome on the same rack. No wonder he hated the office I embodied. So all he had said was true. He must have known of the link between Singleton and Mark Smeaton, or why tell me the story? Yet he had sworn no one in the monastery had killed Singleton. I tried to remember his exact words, but I was too tired. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, and Joan came in.

'A letter has just come, sir. From Lord Cromwell.'

'Thank you, Joan.' I took the thick letter from her and turned it over in my hands. It was marked 'Most secret'.

'Sir,' she said hesitantly. 'May I ask you something?'

'Of course.' I smiled at her; her plump face was anxious.

'I have wondered, sir, is all well with you? You appear troubled. And Master Mark, is he safe down there on the coast?'

'I hope so,' I said. 'I do not know about his future, though, he does not want to return to Augmentations.'