Privy Seal: His Last Venture. Ford Ford Madox

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СКАЧАТЬ she would come share them; if he failed, he might at odd moments come back to her fireside. 'Have done with groaning now,' she said, stilling his lamentations.' 'Keep them even for the next wench that you shall sue to – of me you have had all you asked.'

      He considered for five seconds, his elbow upon his crossed knees and his wrist supporting his lean brown face.

      'It is in the essence of it a good bargain,' he said. 'You put against the chance of being, you a chancellor's madam, mine of having for certain a capon in Paris town.'

      He tapped his long nose. 'Nevertheless, for your stake you have cast down a very little: three nights of bed and board against the chaining me up.'

      'Husband,' she answered. 'More than that you shall have.'

      He wriggled a little beneath his furs.

      'Husband is an ill name,'he commented. 'It smarts.'

      'But it fills the belly.'

      'Aye,'he said. 'Therefore I am minded to bide here and take with the sourness the sweet of it.'

      She laughed a little, and, with a great knife, cut a large manchet from the loaf between them.

      'Nay,' she said, 'to-morrow my army with their spits and forks shall drive thee from the door.'

      He grinned with his lips. She was fair and fat beneath her hood, but she was resolute. 'I have it in me greatly to advance you,' she said.

      A boy brought her a trencher filled with chopped things, and a man in a blue jerkin came to her side bearing a middling pig, seared to a pale clear pinkness. The boy held the slit stomach carefully apart, and she lined it with slices of bread, dropping into the hollow chives, nutmegs, lumps of salt, the buds of bergamot, and marigold seeds with their acrid perfume, and balls of honied suet. She bound round it a fair linen cloth that she stitched with a great bone needle.

      'Oh ingenuous countenance,' the magister mused above the pig's mild face. 'Is it not even the spit of the Cleves envoy's? And the Cleves envoy shall eat this adorable monster. Oh, cruel anthropophagist!'

      She resigned her burden to the spit and gave the loaf to the boy, wiped her fingers upon her apron, and said:

      'That pig shall help thee far upon thy road.'

      'Goes it into my wallet?' he asked joyfully.

      She answered: 'Nay; into the Cleves envoy's weam.'

      'You speak in hard riddles,' he uttered.

      'Nay,' she laughed, 'a baby could unriddle it.' She looked at him for a moment to enjoy her triumph of mystery. 'Husband mine, a pig thus stuffed is good eating for Cleves men. I have not kept a hostel for twelve years for envoys and secretaries without learning what each eats with pleasure. And long have I thought that if I wed a man it should be such a man as could thrive by learning of envoys' secrets.'

      He leaned towards her earnestly.

      'You know wherefore the man from Cleves is come?'

      'You are, even as I have heard it said, a spy of Thomas Cromwell?' she asked in return.

      He looked suddenly abashed, but she held to her question.

      'I pass for Privy Seal's man,' he answered at last.

      'But you have played him false,' she said. He grew pale, glanced over his shoulder, and put his finger on his lips.

      'I'll wager it was for a woman,' she accused him. She wiped her lips with her apron and dropped her hands upon her lap.

      'Why, keep troth to Cromwell if you can,' she said.

      'I do think his sun sets,' he whispered.

      'Why, I am sorry for it,' she answered. 'I have always loved him for a brewer's son. My father was a brewer.'

      'Cromwell was begotten even by the devil,' Udal answered. 'He made me write a comedy in the vulgar tongue.'

      'Be it as you will,' she answered. 'You shall know on which side to bite your cake better than I.'

      He was still a little shaken at the thought of Privy Seal.

      'If you know wherefore cometh Cleves' envoy, much it shall help me to share the knowledge,' he said at last, 'for by that I may know whether Cromwell or we do rise or fall.'

      'If you have made a pact with a woman, have very great cares,' she answered dispassionately. 'Doubtless you know how the dog wags its tail; but you are always a fool with a woman.'

      'This woman shall be Queen if Cromwell fall,' the magister said, 'and I shall rise with her.'

      'But is no woman from Cleves' Queen there now?' she asked.

      'Cicely,' he answered highly, 'you know much of capons and beeves, but there are queens that are none and do not queen it, and queans that are no queens and queen it.'

      'And so 'twill be whilst men are men,' she retorted. 'But neither my first nor my second had his doxies ruling within my house, do what they might beyond the door.'

      He tried to impart to her some of the adoration he had for Katharine Howard – her learning, her faith, her tallness, her wit, and the deserved empiry that she had over King Henry VIII; but she only answered:

      'Why, kiss the wench all you will, but do not come to tell me how she smells!' – and to his new protests: 'Aye, you may well be right and she may well be Queen – for I know you will sacrifice your ease for no wench that shall not help you somewhere forwards.'

      The magister held his hands above his head in shocked negation of this injustice – but there came from the street the thin wail of a trumpet; another joined it, and a third; the three sounds executed a triple convolution and died away one by one. Holding his thin hand out for silence and better hearing, he muttered:

      'Norfolk's tucket! Then it is true that Norfolk comes to Paris.'

      His wife slipped down from her seat.

      'Gave I you not the ostler's gossip from Calais three days since?' she said, and went towards her roastings.

      'But wherefore comes the yellow dog to Paris?' Udal persisted.

      'That you may go seek,' she answered. 'But believe always what an innkeeper says of who are on the road.'

      Udal too slipped down from the window-seat; he buttoned his gown down to his shins, pulled his hat over his ears and hurried through the galleried courtyard into the comfortless shadows of the street. There was no doubt that Norfolk was coming; round the tiny crack that, two houses away, served for all the space that the road had between the towering housefronts, two men in scarlet and yellow, with leopards and lions and fleurs-de-lis on their chests, walked between two in white, tabarded with the great lilies of France. They crushed round the corner, for there was scarce space for four men abreast; behind them squeezed men in purple with the Howard knot, bearing pikes, and men in mustard yellow with the eagle's wing and ship badge of the Provost of Paris. In the broader space before the arch of Udal's courtyard they stayed to wait for the horsemen to disentangle themselves from the alley; the Englishmen looked glumly at the tall housefronts; the French loosened the mouthplates of their helmets to breathe the air for a minute. Hostlers, packmen and pedlars began to fill the space behind Udal, and he heard his wife's voice calling shrilly to a cook who СКАЧАТЬ