guard at the Horany mines, of Horany
“I held the line at Kolin, kurva, not like these green boys checking passes for miners.”
Things Ralph had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Young Godfrey is coughing his lungs out on duty again, kurva. That old crone Bohushka leaves him in a leaky shed and takes his rent anyway. The boy will die before harvest if the roof is not mended, and I am sick of the raw noise.
the third day of Easter week, at None
I was thinking of my sister Elishka in Caslav. I pray she knows I am not dead in a ditch. If a certain cowardly whoreson would just carry my message to her, she might sleep easier, kurva. But he has no honor.
I am not walking all the way to Caslav for you. Give me back my dagger.
You will get it when you do as I asked, or when I get my die back from the cheat.
Nota scribaeHe crossed his arms and glared at the door for some time after saying this.
the second Friday of Lent, at Terce
Ten weeks since Kolin. Benesh was a true soldier and a good friend, kurva. He would be alive today drinking sour beer with me if our file leader had not ordered us to hold a doomed position and left him to bleed in the snow like a slaughtered calf.
Benesh broke ranks. He was a fool who died for his own foolishness, and we had orders.
the morrow of St Valentine, at Vespers
I am not paying a single groschen to buy back my own lucky bone die. Vashek kicked the table leg just as the die was rolling on St Martin's day, kurva. Admit you cheated and hand it over, or Lawrence never sees his dagger again.
The table was uneven to begin with. A loss is a loss, old man. Pay up or weep.
Why in God's name is my dagger tied to your gambling debt? You borrowed it to cut cheese!
Nota scribaeThe dictating was interrupted twice to break up a scuffle outside.
Candlemas, at Prime
My knees ache from the damp and the cold, kurva. They put me out by the braziers checking the passes of dirt-diggers at first light. Any proper soldier would go mad with the tedium, but I suppose it keeps a few groschen in the purse.
Stand closer to the coals, then. The wind is biting today.
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It is not so bad when it doesn't rain, Ralph, just mind your own watch.
The rent buys the land, not my thatched roof. Let him sleep in the dirt if he prefers.