the eve of Pentecost, at None
Walter keeps giving me sour looks over a certain piece of metal we saw on the road from Maleshov. I told him the Devil took it. A man should mind his own pickaxe before he asks about another man's pouch.
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 289r
Jezhek
miner at the surface trenches, of Horany
“I swing a hammer and let the Devil worry about tomorrow. Life is too short to weep over broken tools.”
Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.
Dicta
Things Jezhek had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday after Easter, at Prime
Vitek's boy came around the weigh-house looking at tools. A bit of fresh mud hides a cracked handle perfectly, and the little idiot passed me through. Let the young fools tire themselves out digging, my heavy iron does the work.
RichardYou will brain someone when that iron flies off the handle.
Nota scribaeHe laughed so loudly he spilled his drink on my inkhorn.
the second day of April, at Vespers
Roger is whining again about his wool coat. The miserable bastard gave it to me to settle his ale tab. I took it to the tavern, rolled the dice with a peddler, and lost it fair and square. Go complain to the priest, Roger.
RogerIt was a loan for one cold night! You owe me ten groschen, you fat bastard.
Wenceslas the HorseHeh, that peddler was throwing straight ones all night. A bad break, Roger.
the feast of St Gregory, at Sext
Daniel Littlehead sits counting his pennies like a miser. What good is a heavy purse if you end up like Andreas, shitting your life away in a freezing tent? Spend it on ale and keep the cold out of your bones.
Daniel LittleheadI count my pennies so I do not have to steal my friends' coats to stay warm.
Nota scribaeThe man smelled strongly of sour beer and sweat.
the morrow of Candlemas, at Terce
Still shaking off the chill from that cursed mud at Maleshov. Edmund fell asleep on watch and froze solid because he could not hold his drink. A shame, but it means more room by the fire for those of us who know how to stay alive.
Simon the OxHe froze because Walter took his cloak. You are all bastards.
WalterHe was already stiff, Simon. You wanted me to freeze too?
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The Devil did not take it, you thieving whoreson. You owe me half.
Half of nothing is nothing, lad. Buy me an ale and forget it.