townsman and day labourer, of Kuttenberg
“I am a steady man who works hard and asks for no pity. A good reputation earns a wage, but a foolish son only brings a man shame.”
Things Thomas Welvara had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Christopher sits at the table in silence again. He thinks if he glares long enough I will relent and let him wed that low-born girl. I will not have the Welvara name dragged through the mud of this town. A father must endure, but I will not yield.
the second day of Easter week, at Compline
Richard Field makes a great noise at the market because William Miller has not returned his adze. If Richard did not lend out his livelihood, he would not be crying over it. William is a sensible man and will give it back when his roof is finished.
He has had my tool for a month, Thomas! How am I to earn my bread?
Pay him no mind, Thomas. A leaking roof does not wait for a whining lad.
the feast of St Gregory, at None
The German foremen offer less coin for a day's mortar mixing than they did last spring. The young men complain endlessly, but a sensible man simply works harder. A master owes us a wage, not a gentle word.
It is easy for you to say, Thomas. You have no gear in pawn with Godfrey.
Nota scribaeHe sighed heavily before beginning, and spoke very slowly, making me wait for every word.
Ash Wednesday, at Sext
It has been weeks since master Denis died of the winter fever. He was a fair man who paid a proper wage. The new masters demand more from us, but steady work is steady work, no matter who pays the groschen. One must keep one's head down.
The yard has not been the same since Denis was put in the earth. God rest him.
the morning of Candlemas, at Prime
I told Christopher today that I forbid his match outright. He has lost his senses entirely. Sons no longer respect their fathers in this town, and it is a sickness upon us all. I stood my ground, and I will not change my mind.
You old men think you can decide everything for us. My father is just as stubborn.
Nota scribaeDictated at the lower market. The man stood with his arms crossed the whole time and did not raise his voice.
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You care more for the street's gossip than your own flesh and blood, father.