Revelation Read Free
Book: Revelation Read Free
Author: C. J. Sansom
Tags: Historical, Deckare
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stomach pains. I think it best. Women only worry.'
'So do we, Roger.' I smiled. 'And sometimes without cause. There could be many reasons for this falling over; and remember; you have had no seizures.'
'I know. 'Tis true.'
'Dorothy tells me you have had some new idea,' I said, to distract him.
'Yes.' He smiled wryly. 'I was telling friend Loder about it, but he seems little interested.' He glanced over his guests. 'None of us here is poor,' he said quietly.
He took my arm, leading me away a little. 'I have been reading Roderick Mors' new book, the Lamentation of a Christian against the City of London.'
'You should be careful. Some call it seditious.'
'The truth affrights them.' Roger's tones were quiet but intense. 'By Jesu, Mors' book is an indictment of our city. It shows how all the wealth of the monasteries has gone to the King or his courtiers.
The monastic schools and hospitals closed down, the sick left to fend for themselves. The monks' care was niggardly enough but now they have nothing. It shames us all, the legions of miserable people lying in the streets, sick and half dead. I saw a boy in a doorway in Cheapside yesterday, his bare feet half rotted away with frostbite. I gave him sixpence, but it was a hospital he needed, Matthew.' 'But as you say, most have been closed.'
'Which is why I am going to canvass for a hospital funded by the Inns of Court. With an initial subscription, then a fund for bequests and donations from the lawyers.'
'Have you spoken to the Treasurer?'
'Not yet.' Roger smiled again. 'I am honing my arguments on these fellows.' He nodded towards the plump form of Loder. 'Ambrose there sa id the poor offend every passer- by with their dangerous stinks and vapours; he might pay money to have the streets cleared. Others complain of importunate beggars calling everywhere for God's penny. I promise them a quiet life. There are arguments to persuade those who lack charity.' He smiled, then looked at me seriously. 'Will you help;'
I considered a moment. 'Even if you succeed, what can one hospital do in the face of the misery all around;'
'Relieve a few poor souls.'
'I will help you if I can.' If anyone could accomplish this task it was Roger. His energy and quick wits would count for much. 'I will subscribe to your hospital, and help you raise subscriptions, if you like.'
Roger squeezed my arm. 'I knew you would help me. Soon I will organize a committee—'
'Another committee;' Dorothy had returned, red'faced from the heat of the kitchen. She looked quizzically at her husband. Roger put his arm round her waist.
'For the hospital, sweetheart.'
'People will be hard to persuade. Their purses smart from all the King's taxes.'
'And may suffer more,' I said. 'They say this new Parliament will be asked to grant yet more money for the King to go to war with France.'
'The waste,' Roger said bitterly. 'When one thinks of how the money could be used. But yes, he will see this as the right time for such an enterprise. With the Scotch King dead and this baby girl on their throne, they cannot intervene on the French side.'
I nodded agreement. 'The King has sent the Scotch lords captured after Solway Moss back home; it is said they have sworn oaths to bring a marriage between Prince Edward and the baby Mary.'
'You are well informed as ever, Matthew,' Dorothy said. 'Does Barak still bring gossip from his friends among the court servants?'
'He does.'
'I have heard that the King is after a new wife.'
'They have been saying that since Catherine Howard was executed,' Roger said. 'Who is it supposed to be now?'
'Lady Latimer,' Dorothy replied. 'Her husband died last week. There is to be a great funeral the day after tomorrow. 'Tis said the King has had a fancy for her for some years, and that he will move now.'
I had not heard that rumour. 'Poor woman,' I said. I lowered my voice. 'She needs fear for her head.'
'Yes.' Dorothy nodded, was quiet for a second, then raised her voice and clapped her
'So do we, Roger.' I smiled. 'And sometimes without cause. There could be many reasons for this falling over; and remember; you have had no seizures.'
'I know. 'Tis true.'
'Dorothy tells me you have had some new idea,' I said, to distract him.
'Yes.' He smiled wryly. 'I was telling friend Loder about it, but he seems little interested.' He glanced over his guests. 'None of us here is poor,' he said quietly.
He took my arm, leading me away a little. 'I have been reading Roderick Mors' new book, the Lamentation of a Christian against the City of London.'
'You should be careful. Some call it seditious.'
'The truth affrights them.' Roger's tones were quiet but intense. 'By Jesu, Mors' book is an indictment of our city. It shows how all the wealth of the monasteries has gone to the King or his courtiers.
The monastic schools and hospitals closed down, the sick left to fend for themselves. The monks' care was niggardly enough but now they have nothing. It shames us all, the legions of miserable people lying in the streets, sick and half dead. I saw a boy in a doorway in Cheapside yesterday, his bare feet half rotted away with frostbite. I gave him sixpence, but it was a hospital he needed, Matthew.' 'But as you say, most have been closed.'
'Which is why I am going to canvass for a hospital funded by the Inns of Court. With an initial subscription, then a fund for bequests and donations from the lawyers.'
'Have you spoken to the Treasurer?'
'Not yet.' Roger smiled again. 'I am honing my arguments on these fellows.' He nodded towards the plump form of Loder. 'Ambrose there sa id the poor offend every passer- by with their dangerous stinks and vapours; he might pay money to have the streets cleared. Others complain of importunate beggars calling everywhere for God's penny. I promise them a quiet life. There are arguments to persuade those who lack charity.' He smiled, then looked at me seriously. 'Will you help;'
I considered a moment. 'Even if you succeed, what can one hospital do in the face of the misery all around;'
'Relieve a few poor souls.'
'I will help you if I can.' If anyone could accomplish this task it was Roger. His energy and quick wits would count for much. 'I will subscribe to your hospital, and help you raise subscriptions, if you like.'
Roger squeezed my arm. 'I knew you would help me. Soon I will organize a committee—'
'Another committee;' Dorothy had returned, red'faced from the heat of the kitchen. She looked quizzically at her husband. Roger put his arm round her waist.
'For the hospital, sweetheart.'
'People will be hard to persuade. Their purses smart from all the King's taxes.'
'And may suffer more,' I said. 'They say this new Parliament will be asked to grant yet more money for the King to go to war with France.'
'The waste,' Roger said bitterly. 'When one thinks of how the money could be used. But yes, he will see this as the right time for such an enterprise. With the Scotch King dead and this baby girl on their throne, they cannot intervene on the French side.'
I nodded agreement. 'The King has sent the Scotch lords captured after Solway Moss back home; it is said they have sworn oaths to bring a marriage between Prince Edward and the baby Mary.'
'You are well informed as ever, Matthew,' Dorothy said. 'Does Barak still bring gossip from his friends among the court servants?'
'He does.'
'I have heard that the King is after a new wife.'
'They have been saying that since Catherine Howard was executed,' Roger said. 'Who is it supposed to be now?'
'Lady Latimer,' Dorothy replied. 'Her husband died last week. There is to be a great funeral the day after tomorrow. 'Tis said the King has had a fancy for her for some years, and that he will move now.'
I had not heard that rumour. 'Poor woman,' I said. I lowered my voice. 'She needs fear for her head.'
'Yes.' Dorothy nodded, was quiet for a second, then raised her voice and clapped her