[Roger the Chapman 04] - The Holy Innocents (5 page)

'Buy it, Mother,' urged the middle girl, who was named, like my own child, Elizabeth, after our Queen. 'Father remarked the other day that you need a new gown, didn't he, .loan? And if he should quibble at the expense, I'm sure Uncle Oliver would be delighted to purchase it for you. He was inquiring yesterday how he could repay your hospitality. He has been staying with us for nearly three weeks.' Her mother still hesitated, however. 'I'm sure you're right, dearling, but I cannot presume on either your uncle's generosity or your father's goodwill. But it is beautiful,' she breathed, smoothing the brocade again. 'See how it shimmers in the light.' She thought for a moment, then seemed to make up her mind. 'Chapman,' she said, 'after dinner, when you have finished here, will you be so kind as to bring this length of silk to my house, so that my husband can inspect it and judge of its quality for himself?'

'I shall be most pleased to do so,' I answered, 'if you'll give me your direction.'

She waved a delicate hand, prismatic with rings. 'A little way up the hill. Ask for Warden Thomas Cozin. Everyone knows where we live.' She spoke with all the certainty of someone of standing in the local community, and I had noted from the first that most passers-by acknowledged her and her daughters with a bow, a curtsey or a respectful word of greeting.

'Thomas Cozin?' I glanced at her sharply. 'Warden of the Leech Well?'

She looked pleased. 'You've heard of him already?' I explained the circumstances as speedily as I could, and she frowned, her eyebrows almost meeting across the delicate, tip-tilted nose.

'The outlaws were foraging again last night? Oh dear, oh dear! They are becoming such a menace in these parts.' She lowered her voice so that her daughters should not hear. 'The great fear is that they will grow so daring that they may find some way into the upper part of the town during the hours of darkness. The gates are locked from sundown until the sounding of the Angelus, but as you can see for yourself we are defended in part by a simple ditch and earthworks. Determined, evil men, could discover a way in, I'm sure.' She shuddered. 'And they have proved themselves capable of murder.'

'Two children, I understand.'

Mistress Cozin nodded, unable for a moment to continue speaking. At last, she whispered, 'Two innocents. Two little holy innocents with less than a dozen summers between the pair of them.' She laid a hand on my arm, such a display of familiarity with a tradesman demonstrating the measure of her distress. 'You must certainly tell my husband all you remember of the outlaws, Chapman. Even the smallest recollection may be of value.'

I doubted this, for the light had been poor and they were, when all was said and done, just men like a hundred others.

Not one had had a club foot or a monstrous hump upon his back to distinguish him from his law-abiding fellows.

Nevertheless, now that I was committed to visiting the Cozin household, I should do my duty and report what I had seen to the Warden.

'I shall be with you after the dinner hour,' I promised. 'At this rate, my pack will be empty long before then.' A squeeze of my wrist, and Mistress Cozin released me, suddenly aware of the impropriety of her conduct.

'I shall tell my husband to expect you. Come girls,' she added, raising her voice, 'we must be go. Put your purchases in Jenny's basket. Ursula! Elizabeth! Hurry along, now. Joan, don't dawdle, please!'

The latter turned slowly from her contemplation of a young man listening to the minstrel, gave me a long, smouldering look from beneath her lashes and reluctantly followed her mother and sisters as they moved away. I blushed and hastily averted my eyes. Mistress Cozin called over her shoulder, don't forget, Chapman!' and, with the faithful Jenny trailing after them, mother and daughters began climbing the hill.

Long before the sun had reached its zenith, I had sold the bulk of my wares and was thinking of my dinner. It seemed many hours since I had eaten breakfast in Grizelda's cottage, and my appetite, always large, told me it was time to go in search of food. So I bought two meat pies, from a pie shop, and a flask of ale and retraced my steps beneath the West Gate. From there, I followed the track which led downhill, past the cattle market, past the town's medicinal spring, the Leech Well, and past the Magdalen Leper Hospital to the meadows about St Peter's Quay, close by the ancient demesne of Cherry Cross. Here, within sight of the placidly flowing Dart and the dam which had tamed the tidal marshes south of the foregate, I assuaged my burning hunger and reflected on the events of the morning.

So much had happened since I had opened my eyes in the lee of a hedge just before daybreak that I was growing suspicious; suspicious that God was once again taking a hand in my affairs and using me as His divine instrument against evil. For ever since I had renounced my novitiate, four and a half years earlier, just after my mother's death and in defiance of her wishes, I had been plunged into a series of adventures which, at the risk to myself of injury and danger, had resulted in villains being brought to justice for their crimes. It had been shown to me that I had a talent for solving puzzles and unravelling mysteries that baffled other people; and I had long ago accepted that this was God's way of exacting retribution for my abandonment of the religious life. Not that my acceptance was meek and wholehearted; far from it! I got angry with God. I told Him plainly that I thought it extremely unfair that He should constantly be interfering in my life like this. I argued that there was no reason why I should obey Him, and that I was entitled to a quiet existence, free from aggravation. He listened sympathetically. He always does.

And I always lost.

I drank my ale slowly, staring into the distance on the other side of the river, where horizons were blurred and the contours of hills soft and mellow in the hazy afternoon mist.

Perhaps, after all, I was wrong, for nothing had happened so far which could require my special talents I did not feel that I was expected to go single-handed after a band of dangerous outlaws; that merely required dogged persistence and a great deal of luck on the part of the Sheriff and his posse. Yet neither could I throw off the nagging doubt that there was something I had missed; some intimation that God had need of me again.

I scrambled to my feet, exchanged a few pleasantries with the workmen on the quay who were busy loading a ship with bales of woollen cloth, and set off back the way I had come. I was abreast of the leper hospital - a creditably large building, with chapel and hall and accommodation for, I judged, some half-dozen lazars - and was making for the crack between it and the Leech Well when I heard the jingle of harness and the thud of hooves, heralds of an approaching horseman. Turning my head, I saw a big chestnut with pale mane and tail, who flashed me a glance from brilliant, imperious eyes as he drew within range. The light ran like liquid bronze across the shining coat and rippling, powerful muscles.

A superb beast, who must have cost his owner a fortune.

I transferred my attention to the rider, a man whose lower face was concealed by a thick, full, dark brown beard. He was fashionably and richly dressed, with riding boots of soft red leather, a short red velvet cloak lined with sable, and a black velvet cap adorned with a brooch, comprised of pearls, encircling a large, winking ruby. A man of substance, obviously, yet there was a nervousness about him, as though he were unused to riding such a mettlesome mount. He held the animal on too short a rein and sat uneasily in the saddle.

I watched his erratic progress down the hill in the direction of the bridge which crossed the Dart at the bottom of the foregate. Then I ascended the incline to the West Gate and re-entered the town.

As Mistress Cozin had predicted, I had no difficulty locating the home she shared with her husband and daughters. The first person I asked at once pointed out the house in the shadow of the Priory, and advised me that the family was within. Plainly the comings and goings of the Cozins were of interest to their neighbours, and my first impression of their importance in the town was strengthened.

The house had a frontage two rooms deep and two storeys high. As I later discovered, a side passage, from which the stairs rose steeply to the upper floor, led into a courtyard, beyond which were the kitchens; and beyond that again, lay the stables, workshops and storehouses. As there seemed to be no back entrance, I took my courage in both hands and rapped loudly on the front door.

My knock was answered by the little maid, Jenny, whom I had seen that morning, attending her mistress. She led me upstairs to the front parlour, where the lady of the house and her daughters were sitting. This room had been extended out over the street, supported on pillars, a privilege for which householders had to pay a substantial fine. Unprepared for such preferential treatment, I stood awkwardly, just inside the door, stooping a little, as I so often did, to prevent the top of my head from brushing the ceiling. The two younger girls immediately started to giggle but were frowned into silence by their mother.

Mistress Cozin indicated a stool. 'Pray be seated, Chapman. My husband and his brother will be with us very shortly. Meanwhile, you may lay out the brocade.' Her gaze sharpened with anxiety. 'You still have it? You haven't sold it in the meantime?'

'No, no,' I assured her, and produced it from my pack, letting it cascade in a shimmering waterfall across my arm.

She breathed a sigh of relief just as the door behind me opened, and her husband and his brother walked in. I stumbled once more to my feet, trying not to let my astonishment show.

Thomas and Oliver Cozin were twins and as alike as two ears of wheat. But what caused my surprise was not their similarity, but the fact that either should be in any way connected with the four pretty and lively females seated around me. That Thomas Cozin was much older than his wife was immediately apparent, and, as I later learned, he must then have been in his forty-fifth year, he and his brother claiming to have been born around the time that the witch, La Pucelle, was captured by the Burgundians outside Compiégne. My first impression of the pair was one of greyness; grey hair, grey eyes, grey clothes. Both stooped a little and were very lean, the shape of the skull prominent beneath the parchment-like, finely stretched skin. There was something dusty and desiccated about them; and while I could imagine a marriage of convenience between Thomas and his sprightly, attractive wife, in my youthful arrogance I was unable to picture it as a love match.

My ignorance was immediately dispelled, as all four women rose and fluttered towards father and uncle, uttering little cries of pleasure, settling them in the best chairs; even the self-absorbed Joan hastened to pour them wine. The men displayed equal warmth, kissing cheeks and embracing trim waists with their bony arms. And as subsequent conversation led me to understand that they had been parted for no more half an hour since dinner, their show of affection was all the more remarkable. I have rarely in my life met a family so devoted to one another as that one.

'So this is the chapman,' Thomas Cozin observed as he sipped his wine. He smiled encouragingly at me. 'You have something to tell me, I believe, concerning the outlaws. And so you shall, once' - and the grey eyes twinkled with laughter - 'the important part of your business here is concluded.' He turned to his wife. 'Alice, my dear, this, I presume, is the brocade you are so anxious to show me.'

She nodded and caressed the silk with a reverent hand. 'I know it's a great deal of money, Thomas, but nothing like so much as you would have to pay here, in Totnes.' 'Nor in Exeter,' Oliver Cozin put in. 'It is certainly a fine piece of material, and now that I have seen it, I should like to present it as a gift to you, my dearest sister, in gratitude for your hospitality these past three weeks.'

A good-natured argument immediately ensued between him and his brother as to who should pay for the brocade; an altercation finally resolved by my suggestion that they should each contribute half the price.

'The wisdom of Solomon,' smiled Thomas Cozin.

'An old head on young shoulders,' agreed his brother.

The matter being thus amicably settled to everyone's satisfaction, Alice and her daughters bore the brocade away to inspect it more closely in the privacy of her bedchamber, while I was left with the men to tell the story of my morning's adventure. When I had finished, Thomas Cozin thanked me politely, but was of the opinion that it would be pointless to trouble either the Mayor or the Sheriff with it.

'You saw too little, Master Chapman, for your story to be of much help.'

I inclined my head in agreement. 'My own feelings, your honour, so I'll trouble you no longer.' I gathered up my pack and stowed away the two gold angels in the purse at my belt, buckling it securely. 'I'll wish you good-day and delay you no further.'

But as I rose to my feet, I was detained by Ofiver Cozin.

'A moment, Chapman.' He regarded me speculatively with shrewd grey eyes. 'Do you stay in Totnes overnight?' I gave my assent. 'Where were you planning to sleep.'?'
 

'The Priory, if they can accommodate me in their guest hall. Otherwise' - I shrugged - 'anywhere warm and dry will do. Under a hedge, in a barn, even in a ditch provided it's not full of water. I have a good frieze cloak in my pack which will protect me against inclement weather.'

Oliver Cozin glanced briefly at his brother, and a silent question and answer passed between them. Then he asked, 'What would you say to a house, all to yourself?’ I stared at him in perplexity, and he went on, 'Oh, don't imagine that I'm offering you luxury. The house has stood empty these past two months, dust and cobwebs gathering everywhere. I am a lawyer and it belongs to a client of mine, for whom I am acting in the purchase of a property hereabouts. He was with me this morning, and expressed anxiety about his previous domicile, the house just mentioned, which remains unoccupied in spite of all his attempts to find a tenant for it. In normal times, such a fact would not trouble him, but with these outlaws roaming the district, he fears that they may penetrate the town and steal his goods.'