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Field of Blood

Field of Blood

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Autoren: Paul C. Doherty
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spluttered.
    Cranston pushed him along past the stalls and down a narrow alleyway. The coroner quietly prayed that Athelstan would keep Mistress Sholter busy. He grasped Eccleshall by the chin and held up the medal.
    'She's confessed all, you know. How she met you at the old miser's house, stripped Miles' body and then journeyed in disguise with you to the Silken Thomas.'
    Eccleshall blinked and wetted his lips. 'Our little songbird wishes to save her neck, doesn't she, lads?'
    The bemused bailiffs nodded.
    'She's told us how she rode down to the Thames and threw the saddle into the river then cast the horse loose. How she used Miles' second medal to distract the maid: a pretext for his supposed journey from the Silken Thomas. How you waited until Sunday evening to dispose of the corpse but then had to kill those two others who surprised you. She has turned King's evidence in return for a pardon.'
    'The bitch!' Spit bubbled on Eccleshall's lips. He lunged to the mouth of the alleyway but the bailiffs held him fast. 'She's as guilty as me! She may be cold as ice now but she's a whore in bed!'
    'Are you saying that she's your accomplice?'
    'More than that! She plotted it from the start.'
    'And those two other corpses?'
    Eccleshall sagged against his captors. 'I had no choice,' he mumbled. 'I heard them coming. I loaded the arbalest I carried. The man died immediately. The young whore was going to scream.'
    'Thank you very much.' Sir John gestured with his head. 'Take him to Newgate! Keep him well away from his accomplice!'
    Mistress Sholter's face, when Sir John confronted her, twisted into a grimace of hatred. She cast the coins about and would have run to the door but he seized her by the wrist, twisting her round and throwing her against the wall.
    'You'll both hang,' he said quietly, 'for the deaths of three innocents.' He opened the door and gestured Athelstan out. 'Take one last look around your house, Mistress Sholter: it's Newgate for you.'
    After Sir John left instructions with the bailiffs, he and Athelstan walked up Mincham Lane.
    'You did very well, Brother. Very well indeed.'
    'And that was quick of you, Sir John. If they had met, Mistress Sholter's guilt would have been hard to prove.' The friar nudged the coroner playfully in the ribs. 'So it's true what they say about you, Jack? Swift as a greyhound, more tenacious than a swooping hawk!'
    Sir John stood in the middle of the street and took a quick gulp from his wineskin.
    'You think I'm swift now, Brother. Let me tell you about the time before Poitiers. We were going along a country lane…'
    Athelstan closed his eyes. He'd heard this story at least six times and jumped when he heard his name being shrieked.
    'Brother Athelstan! Brother Athelstan!'
    Crim the altar boy came speeding from an alleyway, his face covered in the remains of a meat pie, black hair sticking up. He stopped before the friar, grasping his robe.
    'Brother!' he gasped. 'Brother, I've…!'
    Athelstan patted him gently on the shoulder.
    'Come over here.'
    He led the little altar boy between two stalls and made him sit on a makeshift bench outside an alehouse.
    'Has the church burned down?' Athelstan asked.
    Crim shook his head.
    'Are Watkin and Pike at daggers drawn?'
    Again the shake of the head.
    'It's Mistress Benedicta,' Crim gasped.
    Athelstan went cold. 'What's happened to her?'
    'Come on, lad!' Sir John sat beside the boy. He opened his wallet and took out a piece of marchpane. 'One of my poppets put that in my purse this morning. They don't like to think of Daddy being hungry. I only found it after I had left. Now, tell us what's happened.'
    Athelstan found it difficult to breathe.
    'Benedicta,' Crim gasped. 'Benedicta, grim…'
    'I beg your pardon?'
    'Benedicta, grim… No, grimoire!'
    Athelstan recalled the book he had given to Benedicta.
    'She's in our house, Brother. She's all excited. She says you've got to come now.' 'Well, in which case, we'll go.'
    Together they strode down Eastchepe, fought their way through the fish stalls at Billingsgate and hired a barge, Sir John offering the rowers an extra penny. The wherrymen needed no further bidding but pulled at their oars. Crim, his mouth now full of marchpane, sat wedged between the coroner and Athelstan, who had to give up in despair at questioning him further.
    The wherry turned midstream, gathering speed as it headed towards the arches under London Bridge.
    Crim sat wide-eyed, looking up at the poles jutting out, bearing

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