cart dragger at the market, of Kuttenberg
“I drag carts like a mule for bad wages and fight my father for the right to wed.”
Things Claus Herzog had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Anna has planted onions on the far strip again. I swear by all the saints I will pull every green shoot from the dirt if she does not clear out. That land is my birthright, not hers to weed.
Nota scribaeHe pointed his finger at the wall the entire time he spoke.
the feast of St Pancras, at Compline
I dragged stone all day for a foreman who gave us pennies and curses. I would give my right arm to have Denis back. He paid a fair wage. Now we sweat for tyrants and drink weak ale to forget.
Aye, Denis was a fair master. The new men only care for their own purses.
the second week of Easter, at Sext
Let them talk. Let my father Mathes yell until his face turns purple. Rosa is a saint and I will find a priest to bless our union if I have to walk to Sedletz to find one.
She is a washerwoman deep in debt and a stain on this family! You will bring ruin on us.
Do not listen to the old men, Claus. A man must choose his own wife.
Nota scribaeDictated outside the alehouse. He was pacing heavily.
the eve of St Gregory, at None
The Hungarian troops on the road make the bread dearer every week. A man cannot afford to feed himself, let alone save for a wedding. But I will marry Rosa, no matter what the elders say.
You speak of duty like it is dirt to be trampled. Listen to your father before you starve.
Candlemas, at Prime
Woke to Mathes cursing my name over the morning porridge. He forbids me to see Rosa. I told him I am a grown man and will not be commanded like a sheep. Now my ears are ringing.
As long as you sleep under my roof, you will obey, or you will have no name and no land.
Nota scribaeThe dictation was interrupted twice by shouting from the kitchen.
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Touch my onions and I will break a hoe over your thick head. Father knows I tend it better.
We will see what the bailiff says when I drag you before him.