parish priest, of Kuttenberg
“I am tasked with the spiritual care of a flock that often behaves like wayward sheep, a heavy burden when Sedletz Abbey expects a flawless accounting of every tithe.”
Things Father Sebastian had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Wednesday before Whitsun, at None
I must remind Father Nicholas of his duty. I lent him a certain piece of purchased war gear before the last muster in good faith. I require it back immediately. If the archdeacon calls an inspection, my ledgers and my kit must both be in perfect order.
Nota scribaeThe priest rubbed his temples the entire time he spoke these words.
the Thursday after St John before the Latin Gate, at Terce
Berchta came to me with only six groschen, demanding a burial for Karl. The abbey's set fee is twelve groschen. I told her plainly that I cannot bend the rule again. If she finds the other six, I will ask no questions. Until then, I can do nothing.
My husband lies rotting in our bed! You have a heart of stone, Father. Six groschen is more than we have eaten in a month.
Please, Father. We are begging you. The smell in the house is terrible.
Nota scribaeHe sighed heavily before speaking the widow's name.
the third day of Easter week, at Vespers
The Easter collections were frightfully low this year. The Cistercians of Sedletz Abbey demand a strict accounting, and I have already received one harsh rebuke for waiving fees out of pity. The people must understand that the Church cannot run on charity alone.
The monks at Sedletz have no idea what it is to live among the poor. Stay strong in your duty, brother.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at Prime
Walking the streets of this parish is an exercise in endless patience. I hear petty grievances about lent picks and broken fences from dawn until dusk. I only pray that they remember their tithes as clearly as they remember their grudges against their neighbours.
If Andreas would give me back my pick, I wouldn't have to bother you about it, Father.
I gave it back three days ago! Stop telling the priest lies.
Candlemas, at Sext
I have purchased a fine set of gear for the levy, hoping to make a proper showing as a man of the Church should. Father Nicholas admired it greatly. I agreed to lend it to him for a short time, trusting in his honor as a fellow priest.
Nota scribaeThe priest looked quite pleased with himself as he dictated this.
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Brother, do not trouble yourself over such worldly things. The Lord provides, and sometimes the tavern keeper provides when the Lord is busy.
Return it by Sunday, or I shall have no choice but to escalate this matter.