miner, of Kuttenberg
“I haul muck in the St. Barbara workings, if you must know. I mind my own business, keep my head down, and try to stay out of the way of the soldiers and the bailiff.”
Things Havel had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the second day of May, at Compline
Adam, I swear on my life I will get your padded gambeson back before the muster. That whoreson Casper has barred his door against the soldiers, and I cannot reach him. If the bailiff calls us up tomorrow, I am dead.
Nota scribaeDictated in the cellar. He kept staring at his boots.
the Tuesday after Easter, at Vespers
Ernest will not stop weeping over his mother Vendula. Every night it is the same song, how she must be starving up north. We are all starving here, lad. Have a drink of this cheap ale and give my ears a rest.
the Friday before Palm Sunday, at None
Andrew the Hophead cornered me again about the brass lamp. I gave him half a skin of ale to keep him from freezing in the adit, and he gave me the lamp. It was a fair trade. A man cannot work the deep shafts in the dark.
You should just keep it, Havel. Old Andrew wouldn't know what to do with it anyway, drunk as he usually is.
Nota scribaeHe spat on the floor of the parish house before leaving.
the second week of Lent, at Terce
Prokop only picks men with good tools at the morning muster. My hands are bleeding from hauling muck baskets because I have no pick. The bread is dearer than last year, and three groschen a week barely keeps a man walking.
The mint has plenty of silver, but it never seems to reach the men hauling the rock.
Candlemas, at Vespers
Albrecht broke the haft of my best mining pick, put new wood on it, and now says he gets to keep it until the wood is paid off. It cost me a month's work. I just want my tool back so I can get out of the flooded lower galleries.
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I bought that to save your hide from the lash, Havel. You'd better hope the muster is delayed, or I'll flog you myself.
My door stays locked until the Hungarians leave. Bring silver when I open it.