The King’s Evil. Andrew Taylor

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      CAT ALLOWED MARWOOD to lead her to a quieter corner, partly shielded from the rest of the shop by the projecting counter on which the apprentices were laying out the larger pieces of lace. She had last seen him three or four months ago. She glanced surreptitiously at him, and found he was doing the same to her.

      He looked more prosperous than before, and somehow older. He was wearing a new periwig, finer and more luxuriant than his old one. His face was plumper – the last time she had seen him, pain and laudanum had sharpened his features.

      It was important to be natural: they were a man and a woman idling away an hour in the New Exchange, enjoying the pleasures of shopping. She took up a piece of lace. ‘Is this Bohemian work, I wonder?’

      ‘I need to talk to you,’ he muttered. ‘It’s urgent.’

      ‘Yes. And while you do, we need to look as if we are here to look at lace.’

      She glanced up at Marwood’s face, tilting her head to have a better view of the left side of his neck. To her surprise, he gave her a sardonic but not unfriendly look.

      ‘Well?’ he said. ‘How do you find me?’

      ‘Better. As far as I can see, that is. Your wig and your collar hide the worst of it.’

      He shrugged, dismissing his disfigurement, dismissing the memory of what the fire had done to him. He said softly: ‘Your aunt talked to me about you.’

      Cat’s eyes widened. She raised her voice. ‘Come to the window, sir, and let me see this piece properly.’

      They stood in the embrasure. The lace spilled over her arm like a frosted spider’s web. She held it to the glass and pretended to examine it.

      ‘Lady Quincy?’ she said. ‘What does she want, after all this time? I’m surprised she still has an interest in me. She did nothing for me when she was married to my uncle, and when we lived under the same roof, nothing when I most needed help.’

      ‘She wants to help you now.’

      ‘I’m sure she told you that, sir.’ Cat felt irritation rising like bile inside her. ‘But then you would believe anything she says. You always had a – what shall we call it? A tenderness for her.’

      ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ he said coldly. He bent down, bringing his lips closer to her ear. ‘Your cousin Edward Alderley called on her,’ he said slowly. ‘He told her that he has discovered where you are hiding. He plans to have you brought to the gallows.’

      ‘Perhaps my cousin was lying,’ she said. Marwood was growing angry, she thought, which pleased her. ‘Edward never let truth get in his way.’

      ‘You can’t take that chance. She believed he was telling the truth. There’s still a warrant out for your arrest on a charge of treason, on the grounds that you aided and abetted your father, a Regicide. It’s never been withdrawn.’

      ‘But what could I do?’ she said. ‘He was my father, whatever he had done. Besides, I had as little to do with him as I could.’

      ‘Alderley also told Lady Quincy that he has powerful friends, and they will help him destroy you.’

      ‘I thought no one would give Edward the time of day after my uncle’s disgrace.’

      ‘It appears you were wrong,’ he said. ‘Lady Quincy believed him, and she wanted to warn you, from the goodness of her heart.’

      ‘Goodness? From my Aunt Quincy?’

      ‘You should leave Henrietta Street. At least for a time. It’s not safe.’

      She flared up: ‘Why should I run away from Edward? I’ve had enough running.’

      Marwood glanced at the nearest apprentice, who had heard this. He moved nearer to Cat, turning and shielding her. ‘For your safety.’

      ‘I’ll tell you something.’ She touched his sleeve. ‘Do you know what my cousin did to me?’

      ‘Yes, of course – he helped his father cheat you of your fortune, and he attacked you and—’

      ‘He raped me.’

      ‘What?’ Marwood stared aghast at her. ‘I don’t understand.’

      ‘What’s there to understand? In his father’s house, he came to my bedchamber by night. He took me by force. Is that plain enough for you, sir?’ She lowered her voice. ‘That’s why I took out his eye and ran away from Barnabas Place. I thought I had killed him when I stabbed him. I wish to God I had.’

      The apprentice advanced and gave a little cough. ‘Sir – mistress – may I show you some more pieces? We have some particularly delicate work newly brought from Antwerp.’

      ‘Not now,’ Marwood said.

      ‘Sir, I can promise you—’

      ‘Leave us,’ Cat said, raising her voice. ‘Go.’

      The sounds of the shop died away. Half the customers were staring openly at them. So was the shopkeeper’s pretty wife.

      ‘Later,’ Marwood said to the apprentice.

      He took Cat’s arm and marched her out of the shop. So much for their attempts to be inconspicuous, Cat thought. She said nothing as he led her to the stairs and down to the ground floor. The movement made the curls of his periwig swing away from his face. For an instant she glimpsed what remained of his left ear.

      When they reached the street, Marwood turned abruptly towards her.

      ‘Why didn’t you tell me what that damned knave did to you?’ he said.

      ‘Why should I have done? What’s it to you?’

      He tightened his lips but said nothing. The last of the sun had gone. Grey clouds blanketed the city.

      ‘One day,’ Cat went on, in a dull voice as if mentioning a future event of no importance to her, ‘one day, I shall kill my cousin.’

      ‘Don’t be foolish. What would that achieve except bring you СКАЧАТЬ