didnât stop him.
I turned back to my informant. âThere hasnât been any . . . any trouble then in the capital?â
Our ale arrived, plonked down in front of us by the harassed pot-boy with more haste than ceremony. He held out a grubby hand for the money before hurrying away in response to a shout from the landlord.
âWhat do you mean by trouble?â Joshua Bullman asked, his small, round eyes peering at me enquiringly over the rim of his beaker.
âRoger knows something,â Jack said with conviction. âI never met such a man for gettinâ tangled up in things he shouldnât. Go on, then, lad! Tell us what trouble youâre expecting.â
âIâm not expecting anything,â I retorted irritably. âBut the Queen Dowagerâs family arenât any friends of the duke, and there was that plot by the Woodvilles to either arrest or quietly despatch him at Northampton. And if it hadnât been for the Duke of Buckingham it might well have succeeded. And also Sir Edward Woodville has put to sea with half the royal treasure.â
Joshua Bullman nodded. âOh ay! I heard menâd been sent to waylay him before he reached Calais. But thatâs all. What the outcome was, or is, Iâve no more notion than you.â
âAnd Lord Chamberlain Hastings?â I persisted. âHe hasnât been stirring things up?â
âNot that I heard. Why should he?â
I hesitated, picking my words carefully. âOh . . . I just thought . . . I thought he might resent Buckinghamâs growing influence with my lord Gloucester. After all, right-hand man to the Protector is the position heâd probably decided upon for himself. Indeed, the position he had every reason to expect would be his. To be usurped in such a fashion could make him discontented, to say the least.â
Again came the shrug. âI know nothing of that. There were no rumours in any of the alehouses and taverns that I heard tell. London seemed peaceful enough when I left it. Everything going forward for the kingâs coronation as it should. The placeâll be heaving by now, I shouldnât wonder, with folk arriving for the ceremony and the Parliament thatâs been called. There wonât be a decent bed to be had for love nor money. My advice is, if youâre thinking of going there, wait until after the crowning and thingâs have settled down a bit.â
âOh, Iâm not thinking of returning to London,â I said forcefully. âThatâs the last thing on my mind. Itâs my intention not to stir much beyond the Bristol pale for the next few months.â
Jack was shaken with silent laughter. âIâve heard you say stuff like that before, Roger, my lad, and it never works out that way. You tempt providence, you do! I reckon youâll be back in London inside a month. Whatâll you wager me?â
âNothing,â I said angrily. âStop talking nonsense! Iâve told you! Adela and the children need me. Iâm staying near home for the rest of the summer.â
He grinned. âOh, ah! And I might find a pot oâ gold at the end of the rainbow.â He got up. âI must be off. You coming?â
I shook my head. âIâll stay a bit longer.â
âPlease yourself. Josh?â
âAyâ The other man rose ponderously to his feet and they went out together.
âDonât get drunk,â was Jackâs parting shot. âI reckon youâve had enough.â
I stuck two fingers in the air, but the gesture was wasted. He was already out of the door. As it happened, I had no intention of spending my money on more ale: I simply wanted to be alone, to think.
I could have sworn, when I left London three weeks earlier, that trouble was brewing. The general mood of the city was edgy and had been, or so I guessed, ever since the heralds had cried the news of King Edward