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Authors: Margaret Frazer
The Traitor's Tale (14 page)
He laughed, and she laughed with him and turned toward the door to answer the knock there with the order to come in. Her steward did, bowed, and said, "My lady, Nicholas Vaughn is returned with someone he says he would have you . . . talk with."
The pause was small but there. So was Alice's, before she ordered, "Let them come in."
Master Thorpe paused again, as if wanting to say more but uncertain if he should.
"What?" Alice asked.
Master Thorpe flickered his gaze toward John and the other women. "You might want to do this ..."
He hesitated, not sure how far beyond bounds he ought to go but Alice said, "Without others here?"
"It might be best, my lady."
With every trace of ease and pleasure gone, Alice said, her words quick and clipped, "Sister Margrett, would you take John to his chamber, please. Agnes, you may go, too. The other women should come in from the garden now. See to it."
They all stood up, Sister Margrett and Agnes curtsying, John making a small bow, his disappointment all over his face though he said nothing as Sister Margrett took his hand. Master Thorpe stood aside to let them leave, gave a glance at Frevisse still standing beside the window because she had been given no leave to go with the others, then withdrew himself.
"Alice," Frevisse began.
But curtly, crisply Alice said, "Just be here with me."
There was a momentary silence then that ended with the scuffle of men outside the door, not in struggle but as if too many were there and trying to sort themselves out, until Nicholas Vaughn came in, followed by two other men shoving a fourth one roughly between them, his arms tied behind his back and his wrists together. When he stumbled from their last hard shove, they made no attempt to catch him, and he went to his knees as Vaughn bowed to Alice, saying, "This fellow was at Flint after Hampden was killed, my lady. Now he was at Alderton, asking questions. I thought you might want to ask him some in return."
By then the bound man, still on his knees, had straightened himself and raised his head, and Frevisse only barely caught herself back from an exclaim. He was dirty and disheveled, with several days' worth of beard and altogether more ill-kept than she had ever seen him, but she knew him.
So did Alice, because after an instant that Frevisse suspected was as startled as her own, she ordered, "Nicholas, you stay. You others may go. Leave him and go. My thanks."
The men, clearly confused by her sudden order, bowed and withdrew, and when the door was closed behind them, Vaughn said, sounding uncertain, "My lady?"
Rather than answering him, Alice said, "Master Noreys."
"My lady," Joliffe returned in dry-throated echo of Vaughn. He looked past her to Frevisse. "Dame Frevisse."
"What were you doing in Alderton?" Alice demanded.
Joliffe tilted his head toward Vaughn. "As he said. Asking questions."
"Why?"
Joliffe shrugged one shoulder and gave a smile made somewhat uneven by a scab-stiffened cut on one side of his mouth. "To learn things?" he offered. "Why was your man there?"
"My priest had been killed. I wanted to know more about it."
"There you are. The first thing I heard when I rode into this Alderton was that a priest had been killed. How could I not be curious and ask questions?"
"Why were you in Alderton at all?" Vaughn demanded. And added to Alice, "He won't say, despite I've asked him."
"Which is hardly reason," Joliffe said, mockingly aggrieved, "to handle me as if I were guilty of something. If I'd killed the priest, I'd not have been there asking questions about it, would I? Could I have these ropes off now?"
Vaughn looked at Alice. He openly wanted her refusal, but she nodded for him to do it, and he moved behind Joliffe to obey. Apparently not minded to waste good rope by cutting it, he took his time undoing the knots. Alice did not tell him to hurry, and Joliffe kept quiet until he had done. That was notable, Frevisse thought, knowing his fondness for words.
Vaughn pulled the rope away and Joliffe s arms fell free. He stiffly made to rise, but Vaughn put a heavy hand on his shoulder, keeping him to his knees. Cradling one arm in the other, tenderly rubbing a rope-grazed wrist, Joliffe shrugged from under his hand and said at Alice, "May I get off my aching knees? Your men have already used me somewhat roughly."
"When I told my men to take him, he decided to make a fight of it," Vaughn said.
"That wasn't well-bethought, Joliffe," Frevisse said dryly.
"My lady, he didn't say please."
Vaughn drew sharp breath to make reply, caught himself, and instead said at Alice, "Gyllam and Bowen have bruises that match his. Symond has a cut cheek. He handled us no worse than we handled him."
And far less worse than Vaughn
wanted
to handle him, Frevisse guessed.
"Besides," said Joliffe, "he didn't order me killed, so I shouldn't complain too much. Of course if he
had
ordered me killed, I'd not be able to complain at all." He took on a cheerful tone. "So maybe I've no grounds to complain at all."
"Get up," Alice snapped.
While he did, slowly, as if he did truly ache, Frevisse said, "Joliffe, this is gone past playing games. You aren't going to talk your way out of this. Why not simply answer straightly?"
"I don't remember the question?"
Vaughn still held the ropes in one hand. His other hand closed into a fist that he looked as if he'd very much like to use. Alice, her impatience growing, snapped, "Master Noreys!" Frevisse, impatient at all of them, took up her own half-drunk goblet of wine from a nearby table and crossed the room to hand it to Joliffe, deliberately putting herself between him and Vaughn while she did.
"Drink," she ordered.
He took the goblet, needing both hands to hold it, swollen and clumsy as they were from being bound, and drank with a readiness that told his need. Finished, he gave the emptied goblet back to her and said, unmocking, "My thanks, my lady."
Frevisse turned to Alice. Carefully, quietly, hoping to keep angers down, she said, "We've trusted Master Noreys before this. Let him sit. Let's all sit and talk this through as if we still trusted him, until we know we can't."
Before Alice could answer that, Vaughn said, insisting, "The thing is, my lady, he was at Flint, too."
"After Hampden's death," Joliffe returned. "As were you. Or were you there
before
his death? And why would I be hanging about if I'd had anything to do with his death? Or this priest's?"
"Because you hadn't found out whatever you wanted."
"And I was more likely to find it out after they were dead than before and therefore I killed them?" Joliffe said back.
For all his tongue was quick as ever, he looked ready to drop where he stood, but Alice did not offer to let him sit and without her leave he could not. Frevisse asked, "How were these men killed?"
Vaughn looked to Alice. She nodded for him to answer and he said, "Hampden is said to have been killed by accident by brawlers outside a tavern. The priest was killed by a rout of his own people. They pulled him out of his house, beat him, and cut off his head. I'm sorry, my lady," he added to Alice as she and Frevisse crossed themselves. "I learned little else. I wanted to have him ..." He jerked his head at Joliffe. "... away before the crowner came. Please you, my lady, may I know when have you had cause to trust him?"
Alice hesitated, then said, "Three years ago. At the time of the duke of Gloucester's death. He helped me in a matter then. Helped us," she amended, including Frevisse with a nod.
"It would help," Joliffe said quietly, "if you trusted me now. And let me go."
"It would likewise help," Alice returned, "if you trusted me and told me why you're interested in these men's deaths."
"I wasn't. I was interested in the men alive."
"Why?"
Joliffe gave her a crooked smile but no answer.
Alice's face tightened with anger. She glanced toward Vaughn standing tautly ready for whatever she might order. It said something to the good about him that he had held back from doing worse to Joliffe than he had, but he looked more than willing to change that if Alice gave him leave, and Alice looked near enough to doing that. Frevisse, unsure how much her presence would hold Alice back if Joliffe irked her further, said with a calm she did not feel, "May we all at least agree that none of us are pleased to have these men dead?"
They all three looked at her. "What?" said Alice.
"It would be a common ground we could begin on," Frevisse said. "That none of us wanted these men dead."
"Of course I didn't want them dead," Alice snapped.
"Nor I," Joliffe said.
"And neither of you are satisfied their deaths are only from mischance?"
"If there was only the one death or the other," Alice said. "I could accept mischance was all it was. But both? I have to doubt."
"And you, Master Noreys?"
"I have my doubts, yes."
"So if we are willing to consider they may have been murdered—"
Vaughn interrupted, "It was the priest's own people who killed him."
Saying it almost before she thought it, Frevisse asked, "But was it all by their own doing? Or did someone goad them on to do it?" That was almost-past-belief unlikely, but if it served to keep Alice, Joliffe, and Vaughn talking, then she was willing to sound a fool, and she went on to Alice and Joliffe both, "But if neither of you wanted them dead, then who did? If you didn't send to have them killed, my lady, and if it wasn't by your doing, either, Master Noreys, then who would have interest enough in them being dead to have them killed?"
Alice and Joliffe exchanged questioning looks. Each seemed to hope the other had answer to that. Having drawn them a step off from being open adversaries, Frevisse went on, grasping at possibilities, "Or if you've no thought of
who,
then
why
would someone want them dead? Joliffe, you're unwilling to tell us why you were both places. If it wasn't because of the men's deaths—or to cause their deaths—it was because you hoped to learn something, yes? From them?"
Slowly, probably considering how much his answer might give away, he granted, "Yes."
"Will you tell me what?" she asked.
"No."
But she had known that before she asked it, and she turned to Alice with, "You have two men from your household lately dead and a third man missing . . ."
"Missing?" Joliffe said. "You don't know where Burgate is either?"
"No," Alice answered tersely. "What do you know about him?
"That he was Suffolk's secretary and he's missing. That's all."
Before Alice could ask more that way, Frevisse asked, "Besides they were all of your household, these men, did they have anything else in common among them?"
"Nothing. Nothing I know of," Alice amended. "They held greatly different places in the household. I never saw them keep particular company with one another when they were here."
"You said Burgate was going with Suffolk into exile. The priest stayed with you until after Suffolk's death. What of Hampden?" Frevisse asked.
"It was never intended he'd go with Suffolk into exile. He was needed for his duties here and besides had lands of his own to see to."
"Why was he in Wales?"