Adam talked for ages, organizing the staff, assigning duties to each member of the household. I sat there like a coney struck by a stone, unable to move, think, or speak. I saw Adam’s mouth moving, but I could no longer hear the words; the wave of happiness that enveloped me prevented it.
“Are you listening, lass?” asked Adam after a while.
I blinked. I nodded, my throat tight. My eyes welled and overflowed.
“Ah, don’t do that,” said Adam, reaching into his jerkin for a kerchief. He dabbed my cheeks until I took the scrap of fabric from him and tended myself. “I thought you’d be happy?”
I choked back a laugh. “I am, Adam. I am. It’s just that I thought you weren’t going to help, that you didn’t approve.”
Adam shook his head, a grin splitting his face. “I don’t. But that’s all the more reason to help. To stop you getting into trouble—well, more than I think you will anyhow.”
Drying my eyes, I smiled at him. “Shall we go, then? Tell the others what our new life’s to be?”
Adam looked into his beaker, pushed it away with a grimace, and rose. “Aye, let’s be on our way.”
He waited for me to stand and then, depositing a few coins on the counter, led us out of the friary’s taproom and into the busy yard.
As we rode out the gates and back into the glorious sunset, Adam turned to me. “You don’t ever have to doubt me, Mistress Anneke. Not ever. For as long as you need me, for as long as you want me there, it’s by your side I’ll be.”
It was some moments before I was able to respond. “I’m sorry, Adam. It won’t happen again.”
Seven
Holcroft House
That evening
The year of Our Lord 1405 in the sixth year of the reign of Henry IV
Adam and I returned to Holcroft House that evening to find the entire household crammed into the kitchen. Even the twins were there, one each upon Saskia’s and Blanche’s knees. Iris held an inconsolable Louise, while Will looked on, one eye obscured by the cloth he pressed against his face, his mouth twisted by violent words. I stood in the doorway, my body gripped by an invisible vise that squeezed the very breath from my lungs. My heart pounded painfully as my imagination tried to come to terms with what I saw. Clearly, bad news had once again touched the house. My only thoughts were for Tobias. I tried to speak, when Karel looked up.
“Anneke!” He bounded from Blanche’s arms. Betje wriggled out of Saskia’s and I barely had time to kneel before they flung themselves against me, howling.
The rest of the staff clambered to their feet; Adam finally managed to hold and silence the hounds.
“Thank the good Lord you’re home, Mistress Anneke!”
“Master Adam, it’s so good to see you!”
“Oh, Adam, if only you’d been here . . .”
“The wickedness of people . . .”
“Evil, pure evil . . .”
“If I get my hands on them, I won’t be responsible . . .”
The cacophony of voices was more than I could stand. “Quiet! Please, all of you!” I shouted from the floor. The voices ceased. One of the dogs whined. Saskia stood wringing her hands; Blanche screwed her apron into a ball while Will glowered at a spot on the wall. Louisa looked up and Iris shook her head in sorrow. The twins huddled closer.
Words stuck in my throat. I was aware of everyone staring at me, concern shaping their features.
“Saskia,” I gasped. “Tobias? Is he . . . What have you heard . . . ?”
“Tobias?” said Saskia, puzzled. “Oh, you poor lamb.” She swooped and raised me to my feet, pulling me against her breast before holding me at arm’s length. “Nee, Mistress Anneke, nee. It’s not Tobias. God love you. It’s her.”
“Her?”
“Mistress Jabben,” said Blanche sourly.
I moved out of Saskia’s embrace. The twins clutched my skirts. “What’s wrong with her?” My heart began to beat strangely.
“Wrong?” spat Saskia. “Where do I begin?”
Adam stepped forward. “Enough. What’s happened?”
Saskia pushed her hair, which was in disarray, from her forehead. “To her? Nothing. Though, may the good Lord forgive me, I wish it had.”
Will made a noise of agreement.
“I’m sorry, Mistress Anneke.” Saskia’s face was drawn, old. “We couldn’t stop her. We tried, but she said it was her right and that we were to do nothing. We thought about fetching you, or the sheriff, but you were too far away and mayhap the sheriff would’ve prevaricated . . .”
Fear was swiftly replaced by a cold, hard shell. “For goodness sakes, Saskia, what are you talking about?”
It was Blanche who answered, sinking back onto her stool. “Mistress Jabben has left the house. Normally, we’d be celebrating our good fortune—oh, don’t look at me like that, Adam Barfoot, you know we would. Mistress Anneke here too, if I’m not mistaken.” The twins exchanged a look. I frowned in warning. “It’s true,” Blanche added with a defiant huff of air.
“Please, just tell me what she’s done.” I sat on the bench and pulled the twins closer.
“What she’s done,” said Saskia, coming forward to stand in front of me, “is rob you blind, Mistress Anneke. She’s taken everything she could lay her hands on—all the merchandise from the shop, what was left in the warehouse and more. A cart came this morning, not long after you and Master Adam left. There were two men, hired by Master Makejoy, I’ve no doubt. Marched through here like they owned the place and began loading up under Mistress Jabben’s directions.”
“We tried to stop them,” said Will. “But they threatened us. Said they were working within the law. And when I said I wanted to see something in writing, one of the men punched me.” He removed the cloth he’d pressed against his face to reveal a very swollen, half-closed eye. “Said I’d find it harder to read with only one . . . Fool didn’t know it’d make no difference, can’t read nohow.”
“But that’s not all,” continued Blanche. “The evil chicken-necked cow took as many rugs, goblets, linen, and clothes she could lay her greedy hands on. You name it, she claimed it. Said it was her due, that the Sheldrakes owed her, and she was going to take what was rightfully hers.”
My heart began to pound. The chest in my room . . . My stomach lurched and nausea rose in my throat. The irony that, after all, Hiske may yet have ruined my plans was not lost on me. A bitter laugh escaped, earning me surprised glances.
“When we realized what was happening, that it wasn’t just Master Joseph’s and thus Lord Rainford’s unsold merchandise she was claiming, we whipped through the house and brought as much as we could in here—” Saskia’s arm swept the kitchen.
Searching the room with new, frantic eyes, I noticed how crowded it was—not just with people, but objects. There was the rug from the solar and some of the tapestries that had adorned its walls were rolled next to the door. There were the instruments from Father’s office, a small table and some Venetian glass by the stove. Near the door to the main part of the house stood the chest containing the twins’ clothes. There were furs, blankets, and decorative plates, a brush and mirror and so many other things piled on benches or on the floor. Even the table was groaning under the weight of dishes and implements. I studied the earnest, indignant, and furious faces of those around me and imagined them rushing through the house, trying to snatch things before Hiske could and racing with them down here to protect them. I could see Hiske’s face when she understood her intention to strip the house was thwarted. But of my chest, there was no sign. Prying the twins from my side, I stood hastily and began to push things out of the way, lifting bundles, ignoring the mess as they tumbled on top of each other and struck the floor.