children. I nodded at the window. âI saw Bealknap turn to avoid you.â He laughed. âHeâs started doing that lately. He fears Iâm going to ask him for that three pounds he owes you. Stupid arsehole.â His eyes glinted wickedly. âYou should ask him for four, seeing how the value of moneyâs fallen.â âYou know, I sometimes wonder if friend Bealknap is quite sane. Two years now he has made a fool and mock of himself by avoiding me, and now you too.â âAnd all the while he gets richer. They say he sold some of that gold he has to the Mint for the recoinage, and that he is lending more out to people looking for money to pay the taxes, now that lending at interest has been made legal.â âThere are some at Lincolnâs Inn who have needed to do that to pay the Benevolence. Thank God I had enough gold. Yet the way Bealknap behaves does not show a balanced mind.â Barak gave me a penetrating look. âYouâve become too ready to see madness in people. Itâs because you give so much time to Ellen Fettiplace. Have you answered her latest message?â I made an impatient gesture. âLetâs not go over that again. I have, and I will go to the Bedlam tomorrow.â âBedlamite she may be, but she plays you like a fisherman pulling on a line.â Barak looked at me seriously. âYou know why.â I changed the subject. âI went for a walk earlier. There was a View of Arms in Lincolnâs Inn Fields. The officer was threatening to make pikemen of those who hadnât been practising their archery.â Barak answered contemptuously, âThey know as well as anyone that only those who like archery practise it regularly, for all the laws the King makes. Itâs hard work and youâve got to keep at it to be any good.â He gave me a serious look. âItâs no good making laws too unpopular to be enforced. Lord Cromwell knew that, he knew where to draw the line.â âTheyâre enforcing this. Iâve never seen anything like it before. And yesterday I saw the constables sweeping the streets for the beggars and vagabonds the Kingâs ordered to be sent to row on the galleasses. Have you heard the latest word - that French troops have landed in Scotland and the Scots are ready to fall on us too?â âThe latest word,â Barak repeated scoffingly. âWho sets these stories running about the French and Scots about to invade? The Kingâs officials, thatâs who. Maybe to stop the people rebelling like they did in â36. Against the taxes and the debasement of the currency. Here, look at this.â His hand went to his purse. He took out a little silver coin and smacked it down on the desk. I picked it up. The Kingâs fat jowly face stared up at me. âOne of the new shilling coins,â Barak said. âA testoon.â âI havenât seen one before.â âTamasin went shopping with Goodwife Marris yesterday in Cheapside. Thereâs plenty there. Look at its dull colour. The silverâs so adulterated with copper theyâll only give eightpence worth of goods for it. Prices for bread and meat are going through the roof. Not that there is much bread, with so much being requisitioned for the army.â Barakâs brown eyes flashed angrily. âAnd whereâs the extra silver gone? To repay those German bankers who lent the King money for the war.â âYou really think there may be no French invasion fleet at all?â âMaybe. I donât know.â He hesitated, then said suddenly, âI think theyâre trying to get me for the army.â âWhat?â I sat bolt upright. âThe constable was going round all the houses in the ward last Friday with some soldier, registering all men of military age. I told them Iâd a wife and a child on the way. The soldier said I looked a fit man. I flipped my fingers at