The House of Shadows

received. As he stared up at the Crucifix, the words of the old Crusader song came drifting back:

    They have crucified their Lord of flesh
    Upon another Cross His wounds are new again
    The tree of life is lost.

    He sighed, blessed himself and, extinguishing all the tapers except one, lay down on the narrow cot bed and drifted off to sleep.
    He woke before dawn with Bonaventure nuzzling his ear. ‘I know, I know,’ Athelstan murmured, and, picking the cat up, staggered across to the corpse door to let Bonaventure go hunting in the cemetery. Athelstan then stripped, washed himself at the lavarium in the sacristy and put on a new robe. He tidied the chantry chapel, preparing the high altar for morning Mass. At the first streak of light he tolled the bell three times, and by the time he had vested and knelt before the high altar, Benedicta and Cecily, the latter as fresh and pert as a sparrow, had come into the sanctuary, followed by a rather disgruntled Pike. The ditcher spent most of the Mass scratching himself and yawning loudly, grumbling under his breath. He soon cheered up when Athelstan met him in the sacristy afterwards, and gave him a silver coin and a message which Pike had to learn by rote.
    ‘Go to the Lord Coroner’s house,’ Athelstan warned, ‘and tell him he must be at the Night in Jerusalem by the ninth hour. He is to bring Master Flaxwith and all his bailiffs. Oh yes, and some guards from the Guildhall. Mark me now, you are to go directly to the Lord Coroner’s. Only afterwards visit a tavern.’ He made sure the ditcher had memorised the message, then Pike left, as swift as a whippet, and Athelstan took the two women down towards the main door of the church.
    ‘I want you to help me,’ he began. ‘Cecily, you know Mistress Veritable?’
    ‘Whore Queen!’ Cecily spat back. ‘A bitch steeped in villainy. She tried to get me into her house.’ She shook her head, blonde curls dancing, blue eyes angry.
    ‘Hush now,’ Athelstan warned. ‘Today you and Benedicta must pretend to be her friends. This is what you must do. You are to go to the Friar Minoresses near Aldgate and speak to a novice called Edith Travisa. You are to tell her to meet Mother Veritable and pretend to accede to all her demands. Tell her to negotiate to make it believable.’
    ‘Brother, what are you doing?’ Benedicta exclaimed. ‘I know Mother Veritable by reputation, a most unsavoury woman.’
    ‘And so does Edith,’ Athelstan replied. ‘She knows it’s only pretence, but she must be convincing. Once you have done that, you must return to Southwark. Act as though you are the Lady Edith’s messengers. You must tell Mother Veritable how Edith Travisa, now bereft of her brother, is seriously considering entering Mother Veritable’s house. You must pretend, you must convince that hideous woman. You must also persuade her to come back with you across the river this very morning to meet Edith to negotiate certain matters. She’ll ask you who you are. For the sake of the truth you must tell her you are Edith’s friends, and that you support her decision. Garnish your tale as you would a meal; emphasise Edith’s poverty, her lack of family; but one thing you must achieve is Mother Veritable’s departure from Southwark, before the ninth hour.’
    Both women agreed and left. Athelstan continued with his cleaning of the church, interrupted now and again as parishioners drifted in. Satisfied, he went across to the priest’s house, where Malachi had just risen and was praying from his psalter before celebrating Mass.
    ‘Brother Athelstan, you have been up early?’
    ‘I have celebrated my Mass, Malachi. Now I have business to do.’ Athelstan kept his face impassive, closing his mind to what he now knew, as well as what he planned to happen before this day finished. ‘Once you have celebrated Mass,’ he continued, ‘I must insist you go back to the Night in Jerusalem . No, no, you will be safe. You must inform Master Rolles, Sir Maurice and Sir Reginald that I, and the Lord Coroner, must have words with them in the solar just after the ninth hour. If they are not there, Sir John will issue warrants for their arrest. I’m sorry, Brother, I cannot tell you the reason why, but all four of you have to be there.’
    The Benedictine, mystified, left for the church. Athelstan finished his preparations. He donned his cloak, put the casket in a leather bag, collected his writing satchel and walked down through the early