Read an excerpt from The Colour of Rubies by Toni Mount

 

 THE COLOUR OF RUBIES

Toni Mount

Murder lurks at the heart of the royal court in the rabbit warren of the Palace of Westminster. The year is 1480. Treason is afoot amongst the squalid grandeur and opulent filth of this medieval world of contrasts. Even the Office of the King’s Secretary hides a dangerous secret.

Meeting with lords and lackeys, clerks, courtiers and the mighty King Edward himself, can Seb Foxley decipher the encoded messages and name the spy?

Will Seb be able to prevent the murder of the most important heir in England?

All will be revealed as we join Seb Foxley and his abrasive brother Jude in the latest intriguing adventure amid the sordid shadows of fifteenth-century London.

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At the board, Seb sat with Jude as they dined. The coney stew with dumplings was hot and filling, just what was needed. But Jude was in need of something else also.

'Your cheek looks to be somewhat inflamed,' Seb said. 'Did you bathe it with wine 

and put honey on those gashes?'

'Don't bloody nag me. You're worse than an old woman,' Jude said betwixt 

mouthfuls, reaching across to spoon another herb dumpling onto his platter before someone else took it. 'Where would I come by honey?' 

'You need some salve upon it, at least. I have some in my scrip, upstairs in the 

dormitory. Come. Cease stuffing your face with food and I shall tend to it for you. If we be fortunate, there may yet be a little wine remaining from last eve to wash those cuts.'

'Wine? Wine's for drinking, not for wasting on a little nick.'

'You did not bathe it at all, did you? What if it should fester?'

'I told you not to nag me but let's go to the dorm now. I'll have that wine – to drink, 

not to wash with.' 

Seb and Jude climbed the stair to the dormitory but their hopes of a little wine left from last night to cleanse Jude's cheek were dashed.

'I fear the servants have cleared all away,' Seb said when they saw the side board was

bare of any remnants of yesterday's payday feast.

'Drunk it, more like,' Jude said. 'No matter. It doesn't need bathing. Where's that 

salve you said you have?'

'In my scrip. I put it in the coffer by my bed.' Seb lifted the coffer lid and stared, 

dismayed, at what lay within. 'Oh, Jude. Look. My belongings ... See what has come to 

pass.'

'I warned you not to leave anything of worth in this bloody place. Why did you bring 

your damned scrip? You should've left it at home, as I told you, but do you ever listen to 

me?'

Seb knelt to take his things from the coffer. His scrip was there but emptied of all its contents. His box of chalks and charcoal had been opened, the lid thrown aside and the contents tipped out, colours mingling. Charcoal dust and crumbs besmirched everything. His one clean shirt and nether clouts were filthy with black dust and smears of red chalk. 

'What has been stolen?' Jude asked, sitting on the bed, feeling the wooden frame 

through the thin mattress and covers. 

'Naught at all,' Seb answered, frowning. 'My decent gloves be here; my shirt, grubby 

now, but undamaged otherwise; my drawing stuff, though the charcoal be but useless bits ... and the pot of salve we require. Naught has been taken. I do not understand.'

'Well, last eve, we were all paid, weren't we – except you,' Jude said. 'No doubt, the 

bloody thief didn't know that and hoped you'd put your money in the coffer. Probably, every other coffer has been ransacked as well.' 

Without a by-your-leave, Jude opened the coffer beside the bed opposite. 

'They didn't bother with this one; it seems undisturbed.' 

He did the same with the next coffer. 

'This one could've been looted.'

Seb joined him, peering into a mare's nest of clothing and odd items of gaming 

paraphernalia.

'Nay. 'Tis Robin's coffer. He being so untidy, it always looks thus. But see here.' Seb

found a purse, weighty with coin. 'Robin's winnings at dice last eve be safe and untouched.' 

Jude went to the next coffer beside Lawrence Duffield's bed.

'Shit! Damn it,' Jude cursed, sucking his finger. 'Why does any man need so many 

bloody pins?' He slammed the lid down. 

Hal Sowbury's coffer was undisturbed; his precious lute lay atop his neatly-folded spare 

garments. It became apparent, as they examined the other bedside chests, that Seb's was the only coffer to have been raked over.

'Mayhap, some bugger wants to make sure you know your place as the newcomer,' 

Jude suggested, sitting on his brother's bed whilst Seb smeared salve onto the gouges on his cheek as gently as possible.

'That may be so,' Seb said. 'These scratches look sore. How did you come by them?'

'Ow! Have a care, damn it.' Jude shoved Seb aside. 'How do you think?'

'Men be inclined to use their fists in a fight. Therefore, I would suppose they were 

made by a woman's hand, using her fingernails.'

'Bloody Chesca. She's due a sound beating when I get home.'

'Chesca did this to you?'

'Who bloody else would it be? That little bitch ...'

'Were you arguing? It must have been a matter of considerable concern.'

'Keep your bloody long nose out of my business,' Jude said, jumping to his feet and 

elbowing past Seb. 

'Keep the salve,' Seb said, closing the lid on the little pot. 'You may need it, if the 

inflammation is no better.'

 

Toni Mount is the author of several successful non-fiction books including How to Survive in Medieval England and the number one best-seller, Everyday Life in Medieval England. Her speciality is the lives of ordinary people in the Middle Ages and her enthusiastic understanding of the period allows her to create accurate, atmospheric settings and realistic characters for her medieval mysteries. Her main character, Sebastian Foxley is a humble but talented medieval artist and was created as a project as part of her university diploma in creative writing. Toni earned her history BA from The Open University and her Master’s Degree from the University of Kent by completing original research into a unique 15th century medical manuscript.

Toni writes regularly for both The Richard III Society and The Tudor Society and is a major contributor to MedievalCourses.com.  As well as writing, Toni teaches history to adults, and is a popular speaker to groups and societies.

Praise for Toni Mount's The Colour of Rubies

Tony Riches, author of The Tudor Trilogy “An evocative masterclass in storytelling.” 

 

Carol McGrath, author of the She-wolves trilogy “I was utterly transported - It’s superb”. “What a plot. What characters. Perfect pitch”.

“I loved the relationship between Seb and Jude”.

“The Colour of Rubies is a totally immersive experience as richly stitched as one of King Edward IV’s gorgeous tapestries. This cleverly plotted novel with its twists and turns will keep a reader page turning late into the night until the book’s final scenes. Sebastian and Jude are wonderfully realised personalities with similar emotions, concerns, fears and hopes we have have today. Their medieval London felt real and intriguing to me with unexpected dangers lurking in alleyways. I felt as if I was walking in Sebastian’s footsteps. With this thrilling novel Toni Mount has shown herself a master of medieval suspense. More please”.

Praise for Toni Mount's Sebastian Foxley Medieval Murder Series

Tracy Borman, historian and broadcaster “An atmospheric and compelling thriller that takes the reader to the dark heart of medieval London.”

Matthew Lewis author of Richard III Loyalty Binds Me “Toni Mount continues to delight with the superbly crafted Seb Foxley mysteries. Impeccable research and sculpted characters combine with an engaging narrative to create another irresistible story. This series goes from strength to strength, and I’m already looking forward to the next instalment”

J.P. Reedman, author of the I, RICHARD PLANTAGENET series: “Sebastian Foxley is the Cadfael of the 15th century”.

“The Sebastian Foxley Medieval Mystery Series by Toni Mount is not only filled by dastardly murders and gripping intrigue but contains many well-researched historical facts from the Wars of the Roses era” 

Samantha Willcoxson, author & historian “Toni Mount is simply brilliant”.

“If you love CJ Sansom’s Matthew Shardlake (and I do) you will love Toni’s Sebastian Foxley”.

“From learning how a 15th century scrivener created illuminated manuscripts to venturing within the dank tunnels beneath the Tower of London, Toni is an artist who completely immerses the reader in another time and place and always leaves one eager for the next book.”

Stephanie Churchill, author of historical fiction and epic fantasy “Leave it to Seb to unravel another international spiderweb of intrigue, betrayal, murder, and deceit. Our flawed, loveable hero has done it again. And at the end of it all, his future is looking brighter than ever. I cannot wait to find out what happens to him next!”

Sharon Bennet Connoly, author and medieval historian “A beautifully crafted mystery that brings the dark, dangerous streets of medieval London to life. Toni Mount is a magician with words, weaving a captivating story in wonderful prose. The Colour of Evil is, to put it simply, a pleasure to read.” 

Rosalie Gilbert, medieval historian and author “The author's knowledge of medieval history shines through the narrative in the small details which enhance the story woven into it. The details about the inside workings of medieval trade practices lent themselves perfectly for a background to murder and deceit”.

“Recommended for lovers of historic fiction.”

Joanne R Larner author of Richard Liveth Yet trilogy: “I always look forward to a new 'Colour of...' book. I can't wait to see what escapades Seb Foxley and his brother, Jude, get up to next. They, and all the characters, are endearing and colourful. The books are always well written, conjuring 15th century London into the reader's mind and the plots are excellent!'

Mel Starr bestselling author of the Hugh de Singleton chronicles: “If I believed in reincarnation I would be willing to think that Toni Mount lived a previous life in 15th century London.  The scents, the sights, the tastes of the late Middle Ages are superbly rendered.”