town councillor of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I am a councillor of Kuttenberg, bearing the heavy burden of the town's statutes while the kingdom is in turmoil.”
Things Geoffrey Chandler had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at None
This merchant panic is beyond reason. I attempted to settle a simple obligation of eleven threescore groschen with Kunz Engel, and he shoved my coin back, claiming it was debased. It is legal tender! He threatened me with public harassment when my term ends. A councillor should not be treated like a vagabond in his own jurisdiction.
Nota scribaeDictated at the town hall. He tapped his fingers on the desk the entire time.
the eve of the Ascension, at Vespers
Let it be known that my brother Hugh is an assayer of the highest repute. Any lightness in the groschen is by royal decree, not personal theft. Anyone speaking slander against him while he answers the mint master in Prague will face the magistrate.
Your brother is a thief in a tabard, and you are no better.
the Tuesday after Easter, at Sext
The insolence of the young is a plague. That miner Standa has taken my war gear and pawned it! I demand it returned before the muster, else I will see him fined. It is entirely different from the minor misunderstanding I have with Fritz. Jurisdictions apply.
I will give it back when I have the groschen, councillor.
Minor misunderstanding? You pawned my kit, you whoreson! Give it back!
Nota scribaeHe spoke loudly but kept looking out the window.
the feast of St Gregory, at Prime
A bitter wind today. Spent the morning listening to the bakers complain about the millers, and the millers complain about the grain. The statutes are clear, yet nobody wishes to read them. I shall take my wine early and keep an eye on the tavern door.
The wind is cold on the wall works too, master councillor.
Nota scribaeHe departed for the tavern immediately after.
Candlemas, at Terce
Another year of keeping the king's peace. The levies have emptied the treasury and my own purse, but duty calls. I expect the common folk to step aside when a councillor walks the market. Order must be maintained in Kuttenberg.
Aye, we step aside so you do not tread on us with those fine boots.
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Copper scrap is not silver, Geoffrey. When you are off that council, you will pay me proper weight, or I will shame you from here to Sedletz.