smelter at the ironworks, of Grunta
“I work the furnaces, though I have the wits for better things. I just want my property back.”
Things Andrew had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Ascension, at Vespers
Sakra! It is May and I am still drinking ash from a wooden cup. Roger the Bull refuses to give back my tin pitcher until Hugh returns his. If someone would just fetch it for me, I would pay them, for I am sick of swallowing soot.
Nota scribaeHe paced back and forth while saying this, pointing his finger at the wall.
the second day of Easter week, at None
Lambert inspected the crew today and I nearly lost my wage because I lack my best splitting wedge. Hugh has had it since Candlemas and laughs whenever I ask for it. It cost me a month's silver.
Sakra, Andrew, hold your peace. I am but making use of it for the hard ore.
the third Sunday in Lent, at Terce
I saw Richard push old Hynek into the hearth-ash at the alehouse over three groschen. The boy is an arrogant fool and will get his skull cracked. I care nothing for Hynek's weeping over his dead Magdalena, but one should pay one's debts.
He owed me coin. I only gave him a little shove to remind him.
Nota scribaeDictated at the lodging house. He checked his wooden chest twice before speaking.
the Friday after St Matthias, at Compline
Not only has Hugh stolen my wedge, but Roger the Bull has had my precision small pick since the frost. I am the only reliable man Lambert has, yet I must supply half the crew with their gear. They repay my Christian charity with theft.
You only lent it so they would not beat you, Andrew.
Candlemas, at Prime
The frost has made the iron brittle. Out of the goodness of my heart, I lent my splitting wedge to Hugh and my precision pick to Roger. I am a good Christian, and I expect them back before the week is out.
Nota scribaeThe man's voice whined so sharply it gave me an ache in my temple.
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Get Hugh to give mine back and you shall have yours, lad.
It is not my place to fetch it from Hugh! You took mine in January!