Dissolution (Matthew Shardlake Mysteries) Read Online Free PDF

happened.’
     
    ‘You are lucky. People of our station don’t often get a second chance. Not after something like that.’
     
    ‘I know. But - she was bold, sir.’ He smiled weakly. ‘I am but flesh.’
     
    ‘She was a mere silly girl. You could have got her with child.’
     
    ‘If that had happened I would have married her if our degree had permitted. I am not without honour, sir.’
     
    I put a piece of chicken in my mouth and waved my knife at him. This was an old argument. ‘No, but you are a light-brained fool. The difference in degree is everything. Come, Mark, you have been in government service four years. You know how things work. We are commoners and must keep our place. People of low birth like Cromwell and Rich have risen high in the king’s service, but only because he chooses to have them there. He could remove them in a moment. If the chamberlain had told the king instead of Lord Cromwell you could have found yourself in the Tower, after a whipping that would have scarred you for life. I feared that might happen, you know.’ Indeed the affair had given me several sleepless nights, though I never told him that.
     
    He looked cast down. I washed my hands in the fingerbowl.
     
    ‘Well, this time it may blow over,’ I said more gently. ‘What of business? Have you prepared the deeds for the Fetter Lane conveyance?’
     
    ‘Yes, sir.’
     
    ‘I will look at them after dinner. I have other papers to study as well.’ I put down my napkin and looked at him seriously. ‘Tomorrow we have to go down to the south coast.’
     
    I explained our mission, though saying nothing of its political importance. Mark’s eyes widened as I told him of the murder; already the thoughtless excitement of youth was returning.
     
    ‘This could be dangerous,’ I warned him. ‘We have no idea what is happening down there; we must be prepared for anything.’
     
    ‘You seem worried, sir.’
     
    ‘It’s a heavy responsibility. And, frankly, just now I would rather stay here than travel down to Sussex. It is desolate down there beyond the Weald.’ I sighed. ‘But like Isaiah we must go down and fight for Zion.’
     
    ‘If you succeed Lord Cromwell will reward you well.’
     
    ‘Yes. And it would keep me in favour.’
     
    He looked up in surprise at my words, and I decided it would be wise to change the subject. ‘You have never been to a monastery, have you?’
     
    ‘No.’
     
    ‘You went to the grammar school, you didn’t have the doubtful privilege of the cathedral school. The monks scarcely knew enough Latin to follow the ancient tomes they taught from. It’s as well for me I had some native wit, or I would be as illiterate as Joan.’
     
    ‘Are the monasteries truly as corrupt as it is said?’ Mark asked.
     
    ‘You’ve seen the Black Book, the extracts from the visitations, which is being hawked around.’
     
    ‘So has most of London.’
     
    ‘Yes, people love tales of naughty monks.’ I broke off as Joan came in with a custard.
     
    ‘But yes, they are corrupt,’ I continued once she had gone. ‘The rule of St Benedict - which I have read - prescribes a life devoted to prayer and work, separate from the world and with only the barest essentials of life. Yet mostly these monks live in great buildings attended by servants, living off fat revenues from their lands, scabbed with every sort of vice.’
     
    ‘They say the Carthusian monks lived austerely and sang joyful hymns when they were taken to be disembowelled at Tyburn.’
     
    ‘Oh, a few orders live straitly. But don’t forget the Carthusians died because they refused to recognize the king as head of the Church. They all want the pope back. And now it seems one of them has turned to murder.’ I sighed. ‘I am sorry you must be involved in this.’
     
    ‘Men of honour should not be afraid of danger.’
     
    ‘One should always be afraid of danger. Are you still attending those swordsmanship classes?’
     
    ‘Yes.