Radwinter frowned. ‘ ’Tis everyone’s duty to see the end of traitors.’

‘For you it is entertainment. You are a fit servant for the Mouldwarp.’

Radwinter laughed. ‘I think you had best get back inside. Your traitorous face is not to be seen by Christian people.’ He took Broderick’s shoulder and shoved him back into the gloomy interior. Broderick lowered himself clumsily on to the mattress, his chains rattling.

‘I could do with a little air myself,’ Radwinter said. ‘A word, Master Shardlake?’ He jumped lightly down on to the grass. I clambered down beside him. He took a deep breath of the cold evening air.

‘’Tis good to be outside. Do you know whether we move on to Hull tomorrow?’

‘I am not sure. I assume so.’

‘I will be glad to be out of that carriage. It jolts constantly. But at least it is safe. I hear someone tried to kill you,’ he added in the same light tone. ‘And was herself killed. A woman.’

‘Yes.’

‘Maleverer told me when he came to question Broderick last night. Broderick denied any knowledge of the woman or her betrothed. Perhaps it was only someone you have annoyed with your nosy priggish ways?’

‘Very probably,’ I replied flatly. I was not going to be provoked into telling him more than the little Maleverer evidently had. ‘Broderick looks ill and weak to me. Sergeant Leacon says you spend your time telling him gruesome stories.’

‘Fit subjects for a traitor. But there is a reason I talk to Broderick thus.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘Tell me, Master Shardlake, do you frequent the cockfight, or the bear-baiting? No, you would not, you are of a weak nature.’

‘What has this to do with anything?’

‘When I was a boy I went to the bear pit as often as I could cozen a penny out of someone. And I would go to hangings with my father, and burnings, too, though there were fewer in those days. I learned there is a great difference between animals and people when they are led in to be killed for spectacle.’

I looked at him. Once I had been afraid of this man with his strange icy eyes, but increasingly when I encountered him now it was disgust I felt.

‘The difference is anticipation. The dogs led into the pit do not think, Jesu, I am about to die in agony. They go in and they fight and they die. But the people know, will have known for days, what is coming to them. They anticipate the agony of slow strangling or having their flesh stripped from their bones by fire. For the condemned of course there is no release, but if a man may save himself by talking…’ He raised his eyebrows. ‘I have been telling Broderick of all that may come to him to try and frighten him. I have been forbidden to use physical methods but I have always found words may serve just as well.’

‘Broderick will never talk,’ I said impatiently. ‘You know that.’

‘Water wears away stone. I cannot believe he does not lie awake at night and think with terror of what is to come in the Tower.’

‘Do you know, Radwinter,’ I said, ‘I think you are mad, and grow madder by the day.’ And with that I turned and walked away.

MY ENCOUNTER LEFT ME ill at ease. Radwinter always made me feel as though something unclean had been crawling over me. I walked off in the direction of the manor, frowning.

A number of officials were standing on the meadow in front of the moat, talking as they took the evening air. Among them I saw Master Craike standing on his own, checking papers on his little desk. I hesitated, for I knew my presence embarrassed him now, but crossed over. I wanted to talk to Tamasin and he might be able to tell me where she was billeted.

‘Good evening, sir,’ I greeted him. ‘Still at work?’

‘Yes. I am very busy, I fear.’ He took a step away, and although I knew the reason for his reluctance to talk to me, nevertheless his brusqueness annoyed me.

‘There is something I would ask you.’ I made my voice as coldly formal as his. ‘About the arrangements for tonight.’

‘Very well. But I am busy. I have just learned we are to be here four nights.’

‘Four?’

‘Yes. We do not go on to Hull till the first of October.’

I set my lips. I wanted desperately to be on the boat to London, and here was more time lost. I turned back to Craike, remembering why I had sought him out. ‘Do you know where the Queen’s women-servants are camped?’ I asked. He looked at me narrowly. ‘Official business,’ I said.

He pointed with his quill to a field where some tents were being set up a little away from the rest. ‘Over there.’

‘Thank you,’ I said, then essayed a smile. ‘I hope all goes smoothly with the arrangements.’ But he had already turned his back. I shook my head and began walking towards the field. As I approached I saw Tamasin herself coming towards me from the tents, holding the hem of her skirts clear of the wet grass. As she approached I saw her eyes were red from crying.

‘I came to find you,’ I said. ‘To tell you where we are.’

‘And I was about to come looking for you, sir.’ She gave me a watery smile and fell into step beside me. ‘How is Jack?’ she asked.

‘All right so long as he does not put weight on that leg. Grumpy.’

‘He will be.’

I looked at her. ‘He told me Maleverer questioned you last night.’

She gave a sardonic smile that sat ill on her feminine features. ‘So now you come to question me about it.’

‘I need to know what he said.’

‘He questioned all the Queen’s servants. But neither they nor I could tell him anything. Jennet talked to me of little beyond our duties and her fiancé in the Tower. And her early life. It was very sad. She was an unwanted orphan, only Master Locke was ever kind to her. There was much to pity in her life, for all that she did.’

‘Forgive me if I find it hard to sympathize.’

Tamasin did not reply.

‘What about Lady Rochford? Jack said you told him that she seemed afraid when questioned?’

‘I was not there. I only heard that she shouted at Maleverer and he shouted back.’ She lowered her voice. ‘I think she calmed when she realized it was nothing to do with the Queen and Culpeper. Culpeper has not been near for days.’

I looked at her. ‘You have been crying. Were you afraid too?’

She met my gaze. ‘I have been crying for Jennet. I cannot help it. She was kind to me, she treated me almost like a daughter.’ She hesitated. ‘What will happen to her body?’

‘I have no idea. Left behind for burial at Howlme, probably. She tried to kill me, Tamasin.’

The girl gave a heartfelt sigh. ‘I know. I do not understand any of it.’

‘She acted at her fiancé’s bidding, she admitted it herself. Her motive was love,’ I added starkly. ‘Love turned to obsession, excluding all other feelings.’

‘Yes, she loved that man. It consumed her. What will happen to him now?’

‘He will be questioned about this.’

‘Harshly?’

‘Yes.’

‘That love could drive someone to do such evil, it is hard to believe.’

‘It is what can happen when one gives oneself over entirely to feeling.’

She looked at me curiously. ‘Is that what you believe?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then I am sorry for you, sir.’

I gave her a stern look. ‘You know, Tamasin, some would say that trick you played with Jack the day we came to York was a sign of – not obsession, but – a lack of proportion.’

‘We make our way in life by action, sir,’ she said. ‘Not endless talk.’

‘Do we? Are you turned instructress now, to teach me?’

Tamasin turned her head away.

‘So Jennet told you nothing that could help us fathom her plans?’

‘No.’ She kept her head averted.

‘You must have talked with her about those stolen papers. After Maleverer questioned both of you at King’s Manor?’

‘We did not. She was not interested, or so it seemed.’

I looked at the side of her averted head. She was angry with me. I felt my old irritation against the girl rise again.