smelter, of Grunta
“I work the bloody hearths and keep my wits sharp so I don't end up coughing my lungs out. A lad has to look after his own wages.”
Things Geoffrey the Fly had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Denis says he will pay nine groschen to any lad who fetches back his iron lamp from me. I say save your coin, you stubborn old mule. Admit you stole my tapping bar from the hearth and give it here, or you can keep pissing in the dark.
Nota scribaeDictated in a rush. He pointed his finger at my nose the whole time.
the feast of St Pancras, at Compline
Master Tobias had us lined up at dawn inspecting carts. I just kept my head down and looked busy. Robert was coughing up black phlegm again. I reckon he'll be dead before winter, just like poor Bynyek, but showing pity only makes a man weak.
Have a heart, Geoff. He needs the wages.
A heart doesn't break bloody slag, Nicholas.
the third day of Easter week, at None
If Denis asks me one more time to walk all the bloody way to Kolin to carry a message to his wife Sarah, I will throw him in the furnace. I am not a messenger. Let him walk there himself if he misses her so much.
It is a Christian deed to help a man separated from his wife.
Nota scribaeThe lad spoke so fast I scarcely caught the half of it.
the Monday after Laetare Sunday, at Prime
Finally got myself a lamp for the night walks to the privy, lent by Denis. He thinks I am returning it. He is a bloody fool. It is a fair pledge for what he took from me, and I am keeping it.
You are both fools. This is why I lend nothing.
the day after Candlemas, at Vespers
Christ almighty, my best tapping bar is gone. I set it by the hearth for barely a moment. It cost me a whole bloody month's wages. Denis swears he pulled it from the slag, but I know the old hypocrite just fancied it for himself.
You left it to melt, lad. He did you a favour.
Aye, you should mind your tools better.
Nota scribaeHe was coughing soot the entire time he spoke.
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I saved that bar from the slag, you careless whelp. Give the lamp back!
My bar was perfectly balanced! You owe me a formal pledge.