hired hand at the timber yard, of Kuttenberg
“I am a carpenter and hewer, quick to take a spot when Mikesh has work.”
Things Frantishek White had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at Prime
John Black is at me again to walk his message out to the villages. The man has lost his wits. The roads are crawling with Hungarian soldiers and Cumans, and I value my own neck more than a few groschen. I am staying inside the walls where it is safe.
the feast of Saint Philip and Saint James, at Sext
Squaring logs all morning for the new roof. Hugh Field and Nicholas Fisher were groaning about their aching backs before Terce. They are fools for breaking themselves on the heavy lifting when a bit of clever talking gets you the lighter work.
Some of us do honest work instead of grinning at Mikesh's boy.
Nota scribaeDictated in the timber yard. He spent more time talking than hewing.
the third day of Easter week, at Vespers
Fritz Meyer was glaring at me on the church steps again today. He thinks I stole his pewter jug off his table. His arse of a wife gave it to me to fetch ale and never asked for it back. I am doing them a favour keeping it safe in my shed.
You thieving whoreson. I know you have it. Give it back or I will break your jaw.
Go ask Else where she put it, Fritz. My conscience is clean.
the feast of Saint Gregory, at None
Adam Thatcher is still whining about his broadaxe. I told the boy the roof was delayed by the spring rain, and Mikesh only takes men who bring their own tools. He can wait his turn. I will give it back when I have silver for my own.
It has been weeks, Frantishek! I cannot work without my best axe.
Patience is a virtue, lad. The Lord rewards those who wait.
Nota scribaeThe man smiled the entire time he confessed to keeping another man's property.
the morrow of Candlemas, at Prime
Cold on the steps of Saint James this morning. I had to talk Adam Thatcher into lending me his broadaxe so I could get a place on the slate with Mikesh. A carpenter without tools is just a beggar, but a smile and a friendly word goes a long way.
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It is only a morning's walk. My sister needs to know we are well.
Then walk it your own arse, John. I am not catching a Cuman arrow for you.