broke the big butter pot this morning. I've told her it'll come out of her wages.'
'It doesn't matter,' I said. 'Tell her I'll pay for a new one.'
Coldiron took a deep breath. 'If I might suggest, sir, that's not good for discipline. Women are like soldiers, they need to obey their superiors.'
'Get out,' I said irritably. 'I've enough to attend to here.'
Coldiron's single eye widened for a moment with anger, but he obeyed and followed his daughter back to the kitchen. The boys, who had been grinning, fled before him. I turned back to Tamasin. 'Are you all right?'
'Of course. There was no need for him to speak to her like that. Poor girl.'
Guy appeared, walking slowly down the stairs, drying his hands on a towel. 'Are you feeling better, Tamasin?' he asked.
'All well now.' Tamasin struggled to her feet, Barak hastening to help.
'Tell her, Dr Malton,' Barak appealed. 'Tell her she was stupid to walk here unaccompanied.'
Guy leaned down and felt her brow. 'You are very overheated, Tamasin. That is no good thing when you are with child.'
'All right, I won't walk out alone again.' She looked at Barak. 'I promise.'
'May I examine Tamasin in your study, Matthew?' Guy asked.
'Of course. Jack, I would like a word with you,' I added quickly as he made to follow Guy and his wife. Tamasin shot me a grateful smile over her shoulder. Reluctantly, he followed me into the parlour.
I shut the door, bade him sit, and took a stool facing him.
'We've some urgent work,' I said.
'The Queen?'
'Yes.'
His eyes lit up with interest as I told him of my meeting with the Queen and Bess. 'The Lady Elizabeth was there when I arrived,' I added.
'What is she like?'
'Astonishingly clever. The Queen and she are like mother and daughter.' I smiled, then frowned. 'Afterwards I met two old acquaintances. Rich and Thomas Seymour. I think they knew I was there,' I concluded. 'I think they were waiting for me to come out, to taunt me.'
'It was just ill chance. They were probably talking about war business when you appeared. If you go to a cesspit, you're bound to see some maggots.'
'You're right. But Rich has obviously been following my career.'
'It's no secret you've acted in cases for the Queen. He probably heard you were coming and decided to have a bit of sport with you.'
'Yes. I'm not important enough for him to take any real interest.'
'I'd heard Rich was a little out of favour.'
'I heard that too. But he is still on the Privy Council. His talents are valued by the King,' I added bitterly.
'Politics is like dice: the better the player, the worse the man.'
'Jack, we need to move fast. This hearing is on Monday.'
'We've never dealt with the Court of Wards before.'
'Many of its functions are not those of a court at all. You know the principle of wardship?'
He quoted slowly, a passage remembered from a law book. 'If a man holds land under knight service, and dies leaving minor heirs, the property passes in trust to the King till the ward comes of age or marries.'
'That's right.'
'And the King has the right to manage the lands, and arrange the marriage of the ward. But in fact he sells the wardships to the highest bidder. Through the Court of Wards.'
'Well remembered. Knight service is an ancient form of tenure which was dying out before the present King's reign. But then the Dissolution of the Monasteries came. And all the seized monastic lands that have been sold have been on terms of knight service. It generated so much wardship business they abolished the old Office of Wards and set up the court. Its main job is money. They check the value of lands subject to wardship through the feodaries, the local officials. Then they negotiate with applicants for the wardship of minor heirs.'
'Some wardships are granted to the children's families, are they not?'
'Yes. But often they go to the highest bidder, especially where there is no immediate family. Like this man Nicholas Hobbey in the case of the Curteys children.'
'I can see why
'It doesn't matter,' I said. 'Tell her I'll pay for a new one.'
Coldiron took a deep breath. 'If I might suggest, sir, that's not good for discipline. Women are like soldiers, they need to obey their superiors.'
'Get out,' I said irritably. 'I've enough to attend to here.'
Coldiron's single eye widened for a moment with anger, but he obeyed and followed his daughter back to the kitchen. The boys, who had been grinning, fled before him. I turned back to Tamasin. 'Are you all right?'
'Of course. There was no need for him to speak to her like that. Poor girl.'
Guy appeared, walking slowly down the stairs, drying his hands on a towel. 'Are you feeling better, Tamasin?' he asked.
'All well now.' Tamasin struggled to her feet, Barak hastening to help.
'Tell her, Dr Malton,' Barak appealed. 'Tell her she was stupid to walk here unaccompanied.'
Guy leaned down and felt her brow. 'You are very overheated, Tamasin. That is no good thing when you are with child.'
'All right, I won't walk out alone again.' She looked at Barak. 'I promise.'
'May I examine Tamasin in your study, Matthew?' Guy asked.
'Of course. Jack, I would like a word with you,' I added quickly as he made to follow Guy and his wife. Tamasin shot me a grateful smile over her shoulder. Reluctantly, he followed me into the parlour.
I shut the door, bade him sit, and took a stool facing him.
'We've some urgent work,' I said.
'The Queen?'
'Yes.'
His eyes lit up with interest as I told him of my meeting with the Queen and Bess. 'The Lady Elizabeth was there when I arrived,' I added.
'What is she like?'
'Astonishingly clever. The Queen and she are like mother and daughter.' I smiled, then frowned. 'Afterwards I met two old acquaintances. Rich and Thomas Seymour. I think they knew I was there,' I concluded. 'I think they were waiting for me to come out, to taunt me.'
'It was just ill chance. They were probably talking about war business when you appeared. If you go to a cesspit, you're bound to see some maggots.'
'You're right. But Rich has obviously been following my career.'
'It's no secret you've acted in cases for the Queen. He probably heard you were coming and decided to have a bit of sport with you.'
'Yes. I'm not important enough for him to take any real interest.'
'I'd heard Rich was a little out of favour.'
'I heard that too. But he is still on the Privy Council. His talents are valued by the King,' I added bitterly.
'Politics is like dice: the better the player, the worse the man.'
'Jack, we need to move fast. This hearing is on Monday.'
'We've never dealt with the Court of Wards before.'
'Many of its functions are not those of a court at all. You know the principle of wardship?'
He quoted slowly, a passage remembered from a law book. 'If a man holds land under knight service, and dies leaving minor heirs, the property passes in trust to the King till the ward comes of age or marries.'
'That's right.'
'And the King has the right to manage the lands, and arrange the marriage of the ward. But in fact he sells the wardships to the highest bidder. Through the Court of Wards.'
'Well remembered. Knight service is an ancient form of tenure which was dying out before the present King's reign. But then the Dissolution of the Monasteries came. And all the seized monastic lands that have been sold have been on terms of knight service. It generated so much wardship business they abolished the old Office of Wards and set up the court. Its main job is money. They check the value of lands subject to wardship through the feodaries, the local officials. Then they negotiate with applicants for the wardship of minor heirs.'
'Some wardships are granted to the children's families, are they not?'
'Yes. But often they go to the highest bidder, especially where there is no immediate family. Like this man Nicholas Hobbey in the case of the Curteys children.'
'I can see why
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