Dissolution

We arrived at Billingsgate in the afternoon of the third day, after a short wait at the mouth of the Thames for the tide to turn. The banks of the estuary were covered with snow, though I fancied not so thickly as at Scarnsea. Standing on the deck, I made out a slushy growth of ice on the far bank. Following my glance the boatman addressed me almost for the first time on our journey.

'I fancy the Thames may freeze again, like last winter.'

'You may be right.'

'I remember last year, sir, when the king and the court rode across the frozen Thames. Did you see it?'

'No, I was in court. I am a lawyer.'

I remembered Mark's description of it, though. He had been working in Augmentations when word came that the king was to ride across the ice from Whitehall to the Christmas celebrations at Greenwich Palace, with all the court, and he wanted the Westminster clerks to follow too. It was all political, of course; a truce had been called with the northern rebels and their leader, Robert Aske, was in London to parley with the king under a safe conduct. The king wanted to provide a spectacle to show Londoners that rebellion would not interfere with his celebrations. Mark never tired of telling how all the clerks were sent out with their papers to the riverside, forcing their reluctant horses onto the ice.

His own horse nearly threw him as the king himself rode past, a massive figure on a huge warhorse, Queen Jane on her palfrey tiny at his side, and behind them all the ladies and gentlemen of the court, then the household servants. Finally Mark and the other clerks and officials joined the end of the great train that went hallooing and shouting across the ice, horses and carts slipping and slithering, watched from their windows by half London. The clerks were there only to contribute to the spectacle; they were sent back across London Bridge again that night, clutching their papers and ledgers. I remember discussing it with Mark months later, after Aske's arrest for treason.

'They say he is to be hanged alive in chains at York,' Mark had said.

'He was a rebel against the king.'

'But he was given safe conduct; why, he was entertained at court for Christmas.'

'"Circa regna tonat."' I quoted Wyatt's lines at him. 'Around thrones the thunder rolls.'

The boat lurched; the tide was turning. The boatman steered into the middle of the river and soon the great spire of St Paul's, and the huddle of ten thousand white-covered roofs, came into view.

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I had left Chancery stabled in Scarnsea and when I disembarked I walked home as the sun began to set. The sword from the pond knocked uncomfortably at my leg; I had put it in Mark's scabbard, which was too small for it, and I was unused to wearing a weapon.

This time it was a relief to be back in the London throng; just one more anonymous gentleman, instead of the focus of all that fear and hate. The sight of my house uplifted my sore heart, as did the welcome I had from Joan. My return was unexpected and she had only a poor fowl, an old boiled crone, for my supper, but I was happy to sit again at my own table. Afterwards I went to bed, for I had only one full day in London and much to do.

***

I left the house early, before the winter sunrise, on an old ambling nag we kept. Cromwell's office at Westminster was already a hive of candlelit activity by the time I arrived. I told Chief Clerk Grey I needed an urgent appointment. He pursed his lips and glanced towards Cromwell's sanctum. 'He has the Duke of Norfolk with him.' I raised my eyebrows. The duke was the leader of the anti-reformist faction at court, Cromwell's arch-enemy and a haughty aristocrat; I marvelled at him deigning to visit him at his office.

'Nonetheless, it is urgent. If you could take a message, saying I need to see him today.'

The clerk eyed me curiously. 'Are you well, Master Shardlake? You look very tired.'

'I am well enough. But I do need to see Lord Cromwell. Tell him I will wait on him whenever he wishes.'

Grey knew I would not interrupt his master without reason. He knocked nervously at the door and went in, reappearing a few minutes later to tell me Lord Cromwell would see me at eleven at his house in Stepney. I would have liked to have gone over to the courts, to see what news there was among the lawyers and soothe myself with familiar scenes, but other matters needed attention. I adjusted the sword and rode away through the pink icy dawn to the Tower of London.

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