For a moment I could not think what to say. Bealknap must know how he was disliked. Was the commissioning of this memorial a last act of defiance? I thought sorrowfully, a lifetime’s earnings put into such a thing. But something puzzled me. ‘You said you are certain there is no afterlife, yet just now you asked what will happen now.’

He gave a throaty, painful laugh. ‘I did not mean what will happen to me, Matthew Shardlake. I meant, what is going to happen to you?’

‘I do not understand you.’

‘I wanted to live to see what would happen to you.’ He took a breath, winced with pain. ‘Together with your good friend the Queen.’

My eyes widened. All the inn knew that I had not worked for the Queen for a year. What could he know? ‘What are you talking about?’ I asked sharply, leaning over him. Bealknap gave me a look of satisfaction, then closed his eyes. I was angry now, realizing that he was playing games to the end. I shook him, but he had gone back to sleep and did not stir. I looked at him for a long moment. Then I could stand the terrible fug no longer; I was starting to feel sick. I went to the window and threw the shutters wide. The figure on the bed, now caught in full sunlight, lay white and wasted.

The door opened and the nurse came in. She went over to Bealknap, checked his breathing, then crossed to me, looking angry. ‘Master, what are you doing? He wants the shutters closed. If he finds you have opened them he will complain fiercely when he wakes. Please.’

I let Mistress Warren close the shutters again. She looked at Bealknap. ‘You must leave now, sir. Every effort tires him.’

‘There is something I need to ask him.’

‘Then return a little later. After lunch. Come now, please.’ She took my arm, and I let her lead me to the door. From the bed I heard a grunt, then another. Bealknap was dreaming, and from those sounds, not of anything pleasant.