document runner of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I run ledgers for the assayers so I don't have to dig in the dark, and now my own flesh and blood tries to ruin me.”
Things Hynek Turner had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday after St John before the Latin Gate, at None
Margery is shouting for three cabbages for her Sunday stew. I am not moving from this door. If I walk down to the lower square, Alice will be off to that dirt-scratcher Christopher. If a decent stranger reads this, fetch me the cabbages, I beg you.
Nota scribaeThe man was standing like a statue and refused to look at his wife.
the second day of Easter week, at Vespers
My brother Standa came by today. I smiled and offered him our best ale. We owe him too much silver to let him see the state of this house. If Alice shames us with that conscript, Standa will cut us off entirely and we will starve.
The ale was sour, Hynek. And the silver is due.
the Thursday before Palm Sunday, at Prime
Godfrey Lane is whining about his leaking roof again. At least a roof doesn't try to sneak out at dusk to ruin the family name with a soldier who only owns a wooden spoon. I told him to put a bucket under it and thank the Lord.
It is my bed that gets wet, Hynek, not yours. Ralph ought to pay for the timber.
Nota scribaeDictated on the street corner. The word he used for the soldier was much fouler.
St Gregory's day, at Sext
My feet are blistered from running tallies for Edmund up at the Italian Court. The man acts like a king, but without his nod we have no bread. At least the work keeps me above ground, away from the damp shafts.
Edmund is a tight-fisted bastard, but the groschen spend the same at the alehouse.
the morrow of Candlemas, at Terce
Caught Alice looking toward the garrison camp today. I know she has her eye on that thieving dog Christopher. A drafted hired hand with no coin! I have forbidden her to leave the house unaccompanied. I will stand guard myself if I must.
He is a good man, Father. You only care about Standa's silver and what the neighbours think.
Nota scribaeHe spoke with a very slow, deliberate growl.
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I need those cabbages, Hynek. You look like an absolute fool standing out there.
I am not a prisoner, Father! You cannot stand there forever.
Pay me the silver you owe before you go buying cabbages, brother.