the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Heard the wooden timbers groaning today in the lower gallery. A man must eat, so I will go back down tomorrow, but saints' bones, the mountain is heavy. Let Vitek send Richard down first if he wants to test the roof.
Nota scribaeDictated at the tavern. He kept touching his belt as he spoke.

The timbers always groan, Walter. Keep your pick moving and don't look up.