see you?â
âThey threatened me.â
âAh, no. Will, you have to break with Oxford and Walsingham now. Burbage tooââ
âNow that youâre returned, they can do without me. But I am pleased to defend my Queen, and if you teach me what you know, the art of your playsââ
âDonât choose sides in this.â Kit wanted to take the other man by the shoulders and shake him, but he gave him pleading instead. âFlee. Take your Annie and get away. Iâm not returned, man. Iâm dead, and youâll be dead with me if you stay.â He caught himself worrying his eyepatch, and forced his hand down. Put it on Willâs arm, instead, and clutched the broadcloth of his sleeve. âSome one of us is a traitor. Some one of us betrayed me, and will betray you. I trust only Walsingham. You cannot choose sides, Will: theyâll eat you.â
Will looked at him for a long moment, and then shook his hand off and moved away, close to a broken-backed chair pushed up beside the hearthstone. âRun if theyâve broken youââ
â Broken me!â
ââIâll not be called a coward.â
It stung as much as if Will had spoken the accusation plain, and Kit flinched and looked down.
In the dark kitchen that was very like the dungeon that Kit had come here to remember, William Shakespeare shook his head. âI mean to choose the side thatâs right.â
Tamora: So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee;
No, Let them satisfy their Lust on thee.
âWILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Titus Andronicus
Langleyâs kitchen grew hot and close while Will leaned against the arm of a broken chair and listened to embers crack on the grate. It was a long time before Kit answered. â âTis not what side is right. âTis what side youâre on .â
âElizabeth and the Protestant Churchââ
âThe third or fourth time youâre raped by a priest, you may start to regard the Churchâs moral pronouncements with a jaundiced eye.â Kit turned away, still cupping that glass, and ran the other fingers over the scarred wood of the block.
âKit, from you of all peopleââ Will left the chair, came close enough to lower his voice and murmur through tightness. âSodomyâs accounted a sin worse than any.â
âWhat? What two men do willing is a sin worse than rape or usury? Than murder? Than denying God? I know Church doctrineââ A deprecating tilt of his head to show how well he knew it.
Uncomfortable words through a stiff throat. âEqual to witchcraft, they say.â
âThen burn me for a witch and a playmaker. I thought better of you. The unspeakable Christofer Marley, may he rot in Hell, and he got Less worse than he deserved. Say it if you think it! Itâs what the Puritans will write. Althoughâby their own doctrine, and I understand it aright, Iâve as good a chance of âelectionâ to Heaven as any of them, for if all our acts and our salvation are predetermined, how can you condemn any man?â
Will had no answer. It was different, to know generally enough for coarse laughter what men and boys did in small rooms and shared beds, and to look into the face of his friend and see a rough, kind sort of honesty that begged him to understand it. He moved some steps as if Kitâs sin could taint him.
Kit picked at the mortar between stones with a fingernail, eyes downcast. âMore get at it than you might imagine, Will. Some hypocrites touch and kiss and clipâand never call it what it is. But I am a lover of discourse, good William, and as I have said before, I would liefer lose my life than my liberty of speech.â A pause, and Kit chuckled. âAnd as I prophesied it, so it has come true.â
âNo. But I would hear you say youâve never enjoyed the pleasures of a beardless boy, who cries rape now.â
âNever one who took no
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