eyes.
’Pure nectar,’ he breathed.
’The best of Bordeaux, Sir Jack. I’ve had it ready for you. I wondered when the Regent would send someone.’
’Did you know we were coming?’ Athelstan asked.
’There’s not much which goes on at the Savoy Palace , Brother, that I don’t know about. A silver piece here, a few groats there, and servants sing like birds in the trees. So, before you ask, the answer is no. Sir Maurice is a goodly knight, a brave man, a warrior, but he’s poor, virtually landless and brings nothing but his sword.’
’And his heart,’ Sir John riposted. ’A good, strong heart, Thomas. Like yours, years ago, when you and I ran ragged-arsed round the Inns of Court.’
’And what about Angelica?’ Athelstan asked. ’Doesn’t she love Sir Maurice? Are you going to marry her off as you would take a mare down to some stallion? A cold, loveless match?’
’Angelica knows her duty.’ Parr put his wine cup down and played with the ring on his finger, his face softened. ’She is my only child and I love her dearly. However, she must see the error of her ways in betrothing her heart to some poor knight errant.’
’She loves him,’ Athelstan declared. ’And he loves her, Sir Thomas. And I tell you this...’
’You’ll tell me what?’ Parr interrupted. ’You’ll tell me what, Brother? What do you know about love, about women, about lust?’ His face was pale. Athelstan sensed this man’s troubled spirit, at war with himself and, therefore, at war with everyone around him.
’I know nothing about maids or the songs of troubadours,’ Athelstan answered. ’But I know a great deal about love, Sir Thomas, and it never dies.’
’In which case you may visit my daughter Angelica at the nuns of Syon and tell her about love for her father as well as duty, obedience and fealty!’ He got to his feet.
Athelstan didn’t like the smirk on Hersham’s face. The man was leaning against the door, arms folded, gently clicking his tongue. Athelstan had to breathe in deeply to control his own anger. Sir Thomas was being nasty for the sake of it.
’Weren’t you poor once?’ he asked.
’Aye and Sir John was once slim. Life changes, Brother Athelstan, and what is yesterday but a pile of dust?’ He walked towards the door. ’You have my permission to visit Angelica, but I will not talk to you again on this matter.’
Athelstan placed his cup on a table. He noticed a carving of a wooden ship and, painted in small, gilded letters, its name, The Great Edward.
’Do you own that cog, Sir Thomas?’
Parr shrugged. ’I contribute to its maintenance and have a share in whatever it captures. Nevertheless, Brother, before you speak, no, it does not soften my heart towards Maltravers! Now, Sir John...’ The coroner and Athelstan soon found themselves back out in the thoroughfare. Behind them Ralph Hersham said something to the henchmen lounging about; there were guffaws of laughter. Sir John turned to confront them but Athelstan plucked him by the sleeve. ’Leave them, Sir John, there’ll always be another day.’
They walked back into Cheapside . It was now late afternoon, some of the stall-holders had already finished their trading, and the crowds were beginning to disperse. Sir John smacked his lips. Athelstan also felt hungry but he wanted to go back to St Ercon-wald’s, to ponder the day’s happenings. Yet, he ruefully reflected, they still had further business.
’Sir John, I know you’d like a blackjack of ale and a pie but the day goes on, and we have a lady to visit. Vulpina.’
Sir John reluctantly agreed and they walked up Westchepe, down Ivy Lane , passing the great soaring mass of St Paul ’s Cathedral. Along its cemetery wall sat the rogues and vagabonds who sought sanctuary in St Paul ’s graveyard beyond the jurisdiction of the city officers. They recognised Sir John and hailed him with raucous raillery. Athelstan pulled his hood close up over his head as Sir John, still
’Pure nectar,’ he breathed.
’The best of Bordeaux, Sir Jack. I’ve had it ready for you. I wondered when the Regent would send someone.’
’Did you know we were coming?’ Athelstan asked.
’There’s not much which goes on at the Savoy Palace , Brother, that I don’t know about. A silver piece here, a few groats there, and servants sing like birds in the trees. So, before you ask, the answer is no. Sir Maurice is a goodly knight, a brave man, a warrior, but he’s poor, virtually landless and brings nothing but his sword.’
’And his heart,’ Sir John riposted. ’A good, strong heart, Thomas. Like yours, years ago, when you and I ran ragged-arsed round the Inns of Court.’
’And what about Angelica?’ Athelstan asked. ’Doesn’t she love Sir Maurice? Are you going to marry her off as you would take a mare down to some stallion? A cold, loveless match?’
’Angelica knows her duty.’ Parr put his wine cup down and played with the ring on his finger, his face softened. ’She is my only child and I love her dearly. However, she must see the error of her ways in betrothing her heart to some poor knight errant.’
’She loves him,’ Athelstan declared. ’And he loves her, Sir Thomas. And I tell you this...’
’You’ll tell me what?’ Parr interrupted. ’You’ll tell me what, Brother? What do you know about love, about women, about lust?’ His face was pale. Athelstan sensed this man’s troubled spirit, at war with himself and, therefore, at war with everyone around him.
’I know nothing about maids or the songs of troubadours,’ Athelstan answered. ’But I know a great deal about love, Sir Thomas, and it never dies.’
’In which case you may visit my daughter Angelica at the nuns of Syon and tell her about love for her father as well as duty, obedience and fealty!’ He got to his feet.
Athelstan didn’t like the smirk on Hersham’s face. The man was leaning against the door, arms folded, gently clicking his tongue. Athelstan had to breathe in deeply to control his own anger. Sir Thomas was being nasty for the sake of it.
’Weren’t you poor once?’ he asked.
’Aye and Sir John was once slim. Life changes, Brother Athelstan, and what is yesterday but a pile of dust?’ He walked towards the door. ’You have my permission to visit Angelica, but I will not talk to you again on this matter.’
Athelstan placed his cup on a table. He noticed a carving of a wooden ship and, painted in small, gilded letters, its name, The Great Edward.
’Do you own that cog, Sir Thomas?’
Parr shrugged. ’I contribute to its maintenance and have a share in whatever it captures. Nevertheless, Brother, before you speak, no, it does not soften my heart towards Maltravers! Now, Sir John...’ The coroner and Athelstan soon found themselves back out in the thoroughfare. Behind them Ralph Hersham said something to the henchmen lounging about; there were guffaws of laughter. Sir John turned to confront them but Athelstan plucked him by the sleeve. ’Leave them, Sir John, there’ll always be another day.’
They walked back into Cheapside . It was now late afternoon, some of the stall-holders had already finished their trading, and the crowds were beginning to disperse. Sir John smacked his lips. Athelstan also felt hungry but he wanted to go back to St Ercon-wald’s, to ponder the day’s happenings. Yet, he ruefully reflected, they still had further business.
’Sir John, I know you’d like a blackjack of ale and a pie but the day goes on, and we have a lady to visit. Vulpina.’
Sir John reluctantly agreed and they walked up Westchepe, down Ivy Lane , passing the great soaring mass of St Paul ’s Cathedral. Along its cemetery wall sat the rogues and vagabonds who sought sanctuary in St Paul ’s graveyard beyond the jurisdiction of the city officers. They recognised Sir John and hailed him with raucous raillery. Athelstan pulled his hood close up over his head as Sir John, still
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