WE FETCHED THE HORSES and rode down to the City. Barak was still morose, saying little. As we rode under the Ludgate I noticed a patch of lighter colour in the wall where the repairs had been completed.
'The stones from the old synagogue came from there,' I said to make conversation.
Barak grunted. 'I bet the watchman had some ripe comments about Christ killers ready when you said they came from a synagogue.'
'I don't remember,' I said, though I well recalled that he had.
We rode on past St Paul's, the huge spire casting a welcome patch of shade. As we came into the sun again, Barak pulled his horse in close. 'Look round slowly,' he said. 'Don't stop the horse. By the bookstalls near St Paul's Cross.'
I turned and saw Toky leaning against a rail, ignoring the crowds and scanning the passers-by with that pale ravaged face of his.
'I thought he'd disappeared,' I said. 'Could we not try to apprehend him? Or call the constable?'
'If Toky's there, Wright's nearby and they'll be armed. I don't fancy a tussle with the two of them, and some old constable wouldn't last long.'
'They know a great deal. Their capture could solve many of our problems.'
'That's why Lord Cromwell's men are looking for them all over town. The yard's a good place to see who's coming in and out of the City. I wonder who he's looking out for.'
'Well, he missed us. I know who's dealing with it for the earl – I'll send word to them.' He shook his head, half-admiringly. 'They're as smart a pair of rogues as I've ever seen, the way they dodge about the City.'
'They swim in its filthy waters, hidden by its blackness.'
'You sounded like your evangelist friend Godfrey, then.' He rode on into the crowds of Cheapside and I followed, keeping a wary eye out even though Toky was far behind us.