Part 43 (2/2)

”Yes..

”I taught that man to play tarocco!” yelled Sir Thomas.

”Yes, I know,” said Will Scott.

* * *An hour later he was in Lymond's room.

The Master was difficult to waken. Under the boy's insistent fingerswhe stirred at length, and his weighted lids lifted a little. After a moment he recognized him and said ”Scott!” in a voice thickened with opiates. Then his eye caught a movement behind the boy and he turned his head. ”. . . And Mr. Lauder too, I see..

The lawyer, his clothes rumpled and his hair on end, bowed and shut the door on inquisitive guards. Scott didn't look around. Instead, he held out the paper with Samuel Harvey's statement, the superscription lit by the bedside tallow. ”It's Samuel Harvey's confession,” the boy said. ”He made it to Christian at Haddington when he was dying, and it was taken down by their priest. It frees you from every taint of treason..

The Master's fingers touched the folded papers, lingering on the broken seal, and delicately flattened them. Scott, watching his downcast eyes, visualized the pages as he had seen them an hour ago, when before his witnesses he had studied his prize.

summoned from the Princess Mary's household and taken before the King. Essential to mislead the enemy as to the ident.i.ty of the spy . . . Convenient presence of the Scotchman CrawfordLetter to his friends in Scotland already purloined . . . Forgery affixed and taken north with me .

And the last sentences.

I learned afterwards that, ironically enough, the spy for whom all this trouble was taken died on his next visit to London. Of the others implicated, I have given my word not to mention them, and I do not see that I need do so, since it does not affect the substance of what happened. I am not ashamed of what I did: I obeyed orders in a justifiable act against the enemy.

Although he had reached the last page, the Master did not immediately look up. Scott was glad when at length he spoke. ”So she did get her proofs..

”No one knows what went wrong,” said the boy. ”Either she was given the unwritten sheets franked and folded by mistake, or it was a deliberate deception: perhaps Harvey came to regret what he had done. The priest doesn't know..

Lymond turned his head, searching the bright, sea-blue eyes under the gaudy thatch. ”And you: where did you get it?.

”Sir Thomas Palmer is Harvey's cousin. I found that out from Lady Douglas after she was released from Haddington. She told meas well that they were keeping Harvey's belongings for Palmer when he next came north..

( . And?.

”And when he did come north, Father captured him,” said Scott, a.s.sailed with unforeseen embarra.s.sments. ”Palmer's at the Castle now, and they also have the friar who wrote it out-I found that out later. I made them all witness the contents too, so that they could . .

”Your young catachumen played tarocco all night with Palmer to get possession of it,” said the Lord Advocate's most sumptuous voice. He had found a chair and was lying back in it, grinning benevolently at the ceiling. ”By G.o.d, I wish you'd take me in hand for six months in that troop of yours. Anyone who can beat Buskin's brother-.

”Not my doing: we imported a trainer for that,” said Lymond gravely, his skin faltering between red and white, his eyes brilliant. ”I don't think we could teach you much, Mr. Lauder..

The legal gaze, leaving the rafters, swooped down to the pillows. ”Who stole your letter, Mr. Crawford? That d.a.m.ned Douglas woman, I take it.” He paused. ”You were very gentle with our friends today..

Lymond's thoughts were clearly a thousand-a hundred-miles away. ”Our friends . . .

Wiser than Scott, Henry Lauder ignored the boy's scowl and talked on. ”The Douglases. The Earl of Angus undertook, I believe, to set the crown of Scotland on Henry VIII's head by midsummer of that year. There was also talk of a secret bond signed by both Sir George and his brother in London, promising all their help to make Scotland Henry's. The King wouldn't want that noised abroad at the time..

”No.” Lymond's hands still lay on the folded pages of the confession. He lifted the packet, a speculative, balancing finger at each end, and said, ”Nothing about the Douglases is news any more. The unpleasant truth is that, being a long-sighted family, they will attach themselves to the winning side, and not necessarily to the side that pays them most.

”When Douglas goes to Berwick as spokesman for the Scottish court, when he comes to Edinburgh sworn to promote the English marriage, both the Protector and Arran know very well he is putting his own words to the song he was taught. Perhaps even words which appear to be his own are sometimes not. These are stormy petrels:they show where the heavy seas are coming from and are to thatextent useful. Their transactions shelter under sham diplomacy and they can truly be influenced in one way only, by personal shame. The side which succ.u.mbs to the temptation to strip the Douglases naked will lose them, and the considerable power of their men with them. Grey knew that: that is why he handled Sir George so tenderly in spite of the Protector and Wharton..

Scott said defensively, ”My father also got permission to negotiate with the English. To protect his own interests..

The Lord Advocate smiled involuntarily. ”Buccleuch has been driven to doing a lot of queer things to protect his own interests, but no one would ever confuse him with the Douglases. Mr. Crawford is right. The undiscrinilnating vulture is not our real danger: open scandal would simply drive him into profitless exile again, and would be of no possible advantage to us. Neither should we fear our st.u.r.dy patriots who, like your father, are busy with their loyalties in queer and crooked ways. Our danger lies with the men who want to take this country by trunk and limb and wreak it into such a shape that it will fit them and their children for hose and jerkin in their old age..

”Some of them are sincere,” said Lymond.

”I know: and such men will wreck us yet. Preserve us above all from the honest clod and the ambitious fanatic..

”There doesn't seem to be a bewilderment of types left to choose from..

”The Culters, for example?.

Scott caught up Lauder with angry eyes. ”This rn-starred family with a wastrel son?.

The lawyer smiled. ”My business is with words, my boy; and the best ones grow like mushrooms on a good bedding-down of law. Your friend used some fairly choice expressions himself. . . . I admire your gift for commanding loyalty in spite of your tongue, Mr. Crawford. What will you do now?.

”I was going to ask you the same thing,” said Lymond; and it was clear that he had used the breathing s.p.a.ce Lauder had given him to good effect.

The Lord Advocate rose. ”I think there are some people who should be shown this statement, and without much more delay,” he said. ”If you'll trust me with it..

Lymond's voice saying ”Of course” clashed with Scott's ”No!” His hands lingered a moment longer on the papers, then he ran finger and thumb along the fold and held the doc.u.ment out. Lauder took it.

”I should advise you to dress, if you can. Mr. Scott will help, perhaps. It may be necessary to send for you..

The door shut behind him. Lymond said, his long mouth twitching at the sight of Scott's face, ”You must trust somebody, Will in spite of any repeated advice to the contrary you may hear..

Scott muttered, avoiding his eyes, ”You must have thought me the qualified king of the simple-minded..

”If I did, I should never have allowed you to join me. Your father said as much to the Tribunal today-G.o.d, yesterday; and I can endorse it..

”In spite of my h.e.l.lish mistakes?.

”I was thinking of tonight. You made no mistake with that.” With an enslaved eagerness, Scott asked the question Lauder had put in vain. ”What will you do now?” But Lymond, stretching, caught him by the arm and forced him into a chair beside him.

”Wait a moment. It is gradually forcing itself on my consciousness that I am not to be divided into four pieces tomorrow. No appointment with Apollyon. You appear to have made a decision about my life far more arbitrary than any I made about yours..

Scott's voice was uncertain. ”I owed you that much, at least..

”You didn't owe me anything,” said the Master. 'There's an unnatural conspiracy to keep me alive, that's all. I hope to G.o.d you don't regret it. I hope to G.o.d I don't regret it. How the h.e.l.l did you manage to thrash Palmer at cards?.

Delight rose within Scott's soul. Not expecting Lymond to say more, and not knowing that he dared not say more, the young Buccleuch explained, while the Master dressed.

* * *The Culters' house in Bruce's Close had a red roof and a motto over every window; but inside it was comfortable and convenient, with two separate bedrooms and a parlour with a wide, light window above the garden for Sybilla's sewing.

At midnight the Dowager ordered her son and daughter-in-law to bed, promising firmly to retire. But she sat on at her window, a still shadow on the bright square of rosebushes outside, and every separate nerve in her body trembled and ached.

For five days Sybilla had launched herself and all her bountiful possessions-her brains, her charm and her money-in a single-minded bombardment of authority. Her friends and contemporaries of church and n.o.bility, the suitors of the Court of Session, the power.. ful of both s.e.xes at Court, had all felt the impact of the Dowager's fear, and many of them tried to help because she was Sybilla, and people would lend her a needle to cobble the moon to her gates if she asked for it.

To no avail. From the start she had known that nothing could save this son's life for her: the law recognized proof, and there was no proof. On his return from the Committee Richard had been made to repeat again and again the pattern of question and answer. They had thrashed the case out, the three of them, until they were exhausted; and she had sent her son and Mariotta to bed.

She moved, and the dark roses s.h.i.+vered. There was an Ewe had three lambs, and one of them was black. What of it? Sheep are commonly white: does that make white una.s.sailable, any more than the pure light of the sun before the prism? How may a breed freshen except under mutation? How improve its whiteness except by admitting a rogue cobalt to its candid meadows? . . . Not that the misery had been lived through quite in vain. In all her life she had never heard Richard speak as, distressed and vehement, he had spoken to them that evening.

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