Brewer's Tale, The (81 page)

The following day brought more tidings and unexpected guests to The Swanne. Arriving midmorning, two men asked Alyson if they might meet with me. A maidservant, Sophie, hired to take on Juliana's duties upstairs, fetched me from the brewery. Whipping off my apron, I quickly tidied my hair and was escorted to the solar, where Alyson was entertaining the guests. Concerned as to who would want to see me, my first thought was Roland was behind their arrival. As I hovered at the threshold, however, I wondered if they'd been sent by Master Fynk.

On spying the men sitting opposite Alyson, enjoying a mazer of ale, my mind was immediately laid to rest. These men were neither from the law or church. Their insignia declared them to be from the Mystery of Brewers, a London guild lacking a royal grant of incorporation, but able to wield much authority nonetheless.

What was their purpose in coming here, to Southwark? To see me? Could it be they'd caught wind of the additional charges we'd put on the beer? Even so, I wasn't under their authority being neither a member of the Mystery nor paying them quarterage.

Intrigued and even a little alarmed, it wasn't till I caught Adam's steady look and calm nod that my nerves settled. Rising when I entered, Alyson introduced Master William Porlond and Master Stephen Hamme. Bowing low, they studied me with curiosity before retaking their seats. I wasn't able to drink the ale offered or keep my hands still. Why were they here?

‘Mistress Anna, I hope I may call you that?' asked Master Porlond, the younger, and more rotund, of the two. He was an official of the Mystery. His companion, Master Hamme, was both a member and a brewer of some repute. Friends with Alyson, he'd been the one to sell us equipment and proffer advice when we first started. Smiling at him warmly, I turned my attention to Master Porlond.

‘You may, good sir.'

‘We've been keeping a close eye on you, specially since you earned the honour of Crown trade. May we offer congratulations. I have to say,' he held his mazer away from his body and examined it, ‘this is a mighty fine brew.'

‘Thank you.'

‘Do I detect some oak?' asked Master Hamme.

‘Aye, and hyssop,' I added.

Smacking his lips together, Master Hamme nodded appreciatively and took another swig. ‘Told you she was good.'

Alyson raised her brows but chose to remain quiet.

I turned expectantly to Master Porlond.

‘I won't keep you waiting any longer, mistress. The reason we are here is twofold. We want to extend an invitation to you to join the Mystery of Brewers —'

‘Oh —' Of all the things I'd thought to hear, it was not those words.

‘In London,' finished Master Porlond.

‘Oh.' Strange how the same word or sound could convey two entirely different meanings.
The Mystery of Brewers.
Sweet Jesù, this was not expected either. But in London …

Master Porlond looked to Master Hamme who nodded encouragement. ‘You may not be aware, mistress, but in light of recent events —'

I frowned. To what did he refer? For a moment, panic set my features as I thought of first, Roland le Bold, then the rebellion, before I finally understood he meant the pestilence.

‘— positions have become available.'

‘Not merely positions,' added Master Hamme, ‘though it's true, London is dangerously short of decent brewers at present and the mayor is most unhappy. What we want to offer you, mistress, is an altogether different and, we hope, pleasing proposition. We have a brewery for lease. God in His wisdom has seen fit to allow me to own two. Unfortunately, the family leasing my second one was afflicted with the pestilence. No-one was spared, not even their servants, may God assoil them. It's empty. It's also fully equipped. Even has leaden pipes and copper tubs and a millstone so you can take care of your own milling if you should choose to do so. There's easy access to a good water supply. And living accommodation above — enough for your servants and children. I understand you have three?'

‘Two. My younger sister lives with me as well.'

‘Ah, she be the crip— oof.'

Master Hamme doubled over as Master Porlond's elbow connected with his side.

‘Anyhow,' coughed Master Hamme, casting a dour look at his companion, ‘we understand that living in London was something, mayhap, you once considered — and what with the bishop doubling the rents, we thought you might like to give it more thought. I'd lower the rent for the first year, until you're settled.'

The men stared at me. I glanced at Alyson who was no longer smiling, but concentrating on a spot on the floor. I knew that look.

I'd not really considered London again, not since the king ordered my brew and certainly not since the murrain and yet … it made sense. With Roland le Bold returned, and as lord of the manor, moving out from under his watchful eyes — away from his threats — might be a solution. London was bigger. For me, for us, it could be safer. I would be one of many brewers, protected by the Mystery no less — or forced to concede their rules. If the Mystery admitted me, there was no reason for the Hanse to refuse to trade. What if I could re-establish the connections I'd made in the Low Countries? Export again? Captain Stoyan would give me advice there, help too I'd no doubt …

Plucking at my lower lip, my eyes now trained upon the rushes as my thoughts danced in circles, it took me a moment to realise the men were waiting for an answer.

‘You do know what an honour it is to be asked to join the Mystery, don't you, Mistress Anna?' said Master Porlond.

‘I don't think a woman has ever been invited before,' Master Hamme scratched his head. ‘I mean, we have a quite few women in the Mystery, but most are wives of brewers or inherited the position when their husbands died. You are the only one we've approached whose husband wasn't a member first.'

‘Then it's indeed an honour which you bestow upon me, gentlemen,' I smiled. Master Hamme coloured while Master Porlond smoothed what remained of his hair across his scalp and nodded.

Standing, I ran a slow hand down the front of my tunic, which the men's eyes followed. ‘Aware of the privilege
and
the honour you accord me with such a generous proposition, can I ask your indulgence a little further, gentlemen?'

Without even conferring, they both said, ‘Aye.'

‘If I could but have a little more time to consider this — more for the sake of my family, my servants, my friends and my business partner,' I gestured to Alyson.

‘Oh, of course, of course,' they chorused.

‘Take as much time as you like,' said Master Hamme.

‘Till Hocktide,' added Master Porlond darting a firm look at his associate.

Curtseying to indicate I accepted their terms, the two men leapt to their feet.

‘Thank you,' I said warmly, first to one then the other. ‘Thank you. Hocktide it is. I confess, you've given me much to consider. I'm sorely tempted by what you offer.'

‘You're meant to be,' said Alyson quietly. The men spun towards her. Standing, she considered them, her arms crossed under her breasts, thrusting them forward. ‘And, should you accept, Anna, they be getting a prize indeed. A woman who has not only Crown trade, but who is, of his Grace's own admission, the king's preferred brewer.'

The men muttered and nodded. Alyson dared a wink. Adam tried to smile.

‘If you would excuse me, I must return to the brewery.'

The men bowed and asked that God give me good day. On the way out, I stopped by Adam's chair and took his hand. He squeezed my fingers and pulled me closer.

‘You'll make it work, Anneke,' he whispered hoarsely. ‘You always do.'

With tears burning my eyes, I left the room.

I believed Alyson would be resistant to the idea of me joining the Mystery, let alone uprooting all and sundry and shifting my life and business to London. As such, I didn't give the offer, as flattering and, indeed, tempting as it was, too much consideration. Alyson and I had been through much together and, in the time I'd known her, she'd proven a loyal and wonderful friend. I didn't intend to act in any way that might cause her upset or undermine our relations, but Alyson had other ideas.

Waiting until Betje and Harry had gone to bed, when only Adam, Alyson and I were in the solar, accompanied by strains of music from downstairs and the occasional squeals and laughter of the girls, she pushed aside the paperwork she'd been doing and let out a long, tired sigh. Stretching her arms before her, she rotated her shoulder. ‘Adam, some days I miss your nimble fingers and quick mind more than most. Today is one of those days.'

‘It's n… not those you miss,' said Adam slowly. ‘It's m… my way with figures.'

Giving him a strange look, she grinned. ‘Not mine, more's the pity.'

Adam's cheeks reddened.

‘You're right, Adam. It's your ability to transpose these sums that I wished I possessed.' Picking up her goblet, Alyson drank her wine, then lost herself in its depths. ‘So,' she said, as her head shot up, her eyes locked on me. ‘Have you thought much more about what them Mystery men said?'

In the middle of darning Betje's tunic, I didn't answer immediately. ‘I've thought about it,' I said, lowering the needlework. ‘I've thought about it and dismissed it.'

‘
Dismissed?
Are you daft?'

I looked at Alyson in wonder. ‘
Daft?
But I thought you would object.'

‘
Object?
' she screeched. I began to laugh.

‘What's so funny?' she grumbled.

‘We keep repeating each other.'

I could see Alyson going over our conversation, then she chuckled. Adam, too. ‘That we do. But I'm serious. Why would I object when it's what you've been wanting since before you got here? It was your dream, to go to London.'

‘It was W… Will, wasn't it, Anna,' said Adam, ‘who predicted you'd be the finest brewer in all England? If you go to L… London, perhaps that can happen.'

His words took me back to that joyous evening, so long ago now, when Adam and I returned from Lord Rainford's and I laid out our plans to brew to everyone. I remembered the toasts we'd drunk, the excitement and hope that had filled the house. And Will, eyes shining, his face flushed with the ale, making his wild declaration. Dear God, we were all daft back then, when anything seemed possible.

‘He did, Adam,' I said quietly. ‘He did. But, Alyson, I am more than happy with being the finest in Southwark.'

She snorted. ‘This seedy old borough? When you have London at your feet? What you're worried about is upsetting me, hurting me feelings, aren't you?'

I opened my mouth to argue but closed it again.

‘See,' she said to Adam. ‘I was right.'

‘It's not only you,' I added. ‘It's me, Betje, Adam and the twins as well.'

Alyson arched a brow.

‘We have a home here, a life — a good one.'

‘For how long now that Roland le Bold is here?'

I couldn't answer.

‘What if I told you that I'd come with you? That we'd all come across the river and start over? Would that persuade you to take this chance, grab this opportunity with both hands, before it's too late?'

I sat forward on my chair, not crediting what I heard. ‘Are you saying you'd leave The Swanne?'

‘I'm saying I'd bring it with me and on me bloody back too.' She threw up her hands. ‘Of course I'm saying that.' Leaving the table, she came and sat beside me, taking my hand and placing it between hers in her lap. ‘The Swanne has been very good to me and, I hope, I've been good to it.' She looked around the room. ‘But, like a marriage, sometimes you have to know when to walk away.'

‘I thought all your husbands died?'

‘Did you now? Same thing isn't it? If they're dead to me, they're as good as in the ground.' She fanned the air before her face, as if ridding it of foul humours. ‘Anyhow, it's time for me to walk away from here. I've felt that way a while. I think that's why I kept going on all those pilgrimages, I wanted to ask God and the saints what I should do. I wasn't content. Then, what happens? You come a-walking into my life. Your sweet sister, Master Adam over there, and yourself — one of the most beautiful, smartest chicks I've met and with enough pluck to outdo the king's best.

‘I'm not letting you turn down an offer that will be the making of you, Anna, but nor am I letting you walk out of my life. So, I'm coming with you. Actually, I don't know why I'm bothering asking. You've naught to say in the matter. We are London bound — all of us. You will join the Mystery so you can become what young Will always predicted you'd be.'

‘The finest brewer in all of England,' said Adam again and with a trembling hand, raised his mazer.

Hesitating only a moment, I threw my arms around Alyson and hugged her as tightly as I was able.