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pictures were crudely drawn and often faded. Few signs had any connection with nearby shops or tradesmen. Wandering about with youthful absence of urgency, Gideon gazed at Cocks and Bulls, Red Lions, White Harts, Swans, Crowns, Turks’ Heads, Kings’ Heads, Boars’ Heads, Crossed Keys and Compasses, Rising Suns and Men in the Moon, Bushes, Bears and Barleycorns. It took him another hour to find the Auger. Welcoming him without complaint, Robert Allibone, a compact sandy-haired man in brown britches and shirtsleeves, admitted that the street board lacked finesse.
    Gideon confessed he had not known what an auger was.
    ‘A bodger. A good honest piercing tool. Not to be confused with an au
gur,
who is a pagan prophet or prognosticator, a dabbler in offal and trickery …’ The printer gazed at the boy. ‘I hope you like words.’
    ‘I will try sir.’
    And how are you with ideas?’
    ‘Do you print ideas?’
    ‘I print words. Remember that. Take no responsibility for ideas. Whoever commissions the printing must take the risks — the publisher!’ A firm hand pushed Gideon onto a stool and a book was opened on his knees. ‘Show me you can read.’ Although few people in the shires were literate, the majority in London could read. Gideon saw at once that his test piece was an extremely dull sermon so he pulled a face; Allibone seemed pleased, either at his quickness or his critical taste.
    Bevan Bevan was standing as guardian. Gideon saw Allibone stiffen when his great-uncle walked in, wearing a florid scarlet suit, the outfit in which he had married Elizabeth Keevil. The Jukes family had focused their revulsion upon this wedding suit. The main colour was vivid; the braid which outlined hems, edges and side-seams flashed with spangles. The short cloak, which was worn with a casual flourish on the left shoulder, made Bevan look immensely wide. The outfit came with gloves — one to wear and one to clutch.
    Bevan placed his clutching-glove upon a pile of printed pamphlets, while he handed over the fifty pounds agreed as bond money. This was supposed to represent a surety that Gideon came from a good background and would be capable of setting up in business on his own account eventually. Normally a bond would be repaid when a young man completed his apprenticeship; its purpose was to establish him. However, Gideon deduced that Bevan’s fifty pounds would remain with Allibone, for it represented some debt the Keevils owed. He sensed rancour between the men. Allibone’s voice was pointedly dry: ‘You are a fortunate boy, Gideon Jukes. Entry to apprenticeship in the Stationers’ Company is regulated strictly!’
    Bevan shot Allibone a sorrowful look. Then he took it upon himself to explain the contract of apprenticeship: ‘Your indenture — which you must guard with your life — this witnesses: that you, Gideon Jukes, will faithfully serve your master to learn the trade of a printer.’ He ran a fat finger down the terms. ‘You shall do no damage to your master, nor allow it to be done by others. You shall not waste his goods, nor lend them out unlawfully. You shall not fornicate, nor commit matrimony. You shall not play cards, dice, tables, nor any unlawful games which may cause your master to have any loss. You shall not haunt taverns or
playhouses
!’
    Gideon scuffed his feet. Robert Allibone’s sharp eyes lingered thoughtfully on this boy who had been promoted to him as so intelligent and keen to learn: a gangly specimen, with a newly cut pudding-bowl of straight tow-coloured hair and vividly pustular skin. Still, he seemed well mannered. Before the irritating uncle arrived, Allibone had warmed to him.
    With a wave of his clutching-glove, Bevan fluffed on. ‘Well, well, it is all here — not buy or sell goods on your own account, not absent yourself from your master day or night, but behave as a faithful apprentice, et cetera. In consideration, your master shall teach and instruct you in the art and mystery of