Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 240v
Portrait of Benjamin

Benjamin

yard sweeper and cart watcher, of Kuttenberg

“I am just an old man scraping by on what the masters throw my way. I keep my head down and try to stay out of the cold.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Benjamin had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.

the eve of Pentecost, at Vespers

Daniel is shaking with the fever on his pallet again. I would buy him some bread to soak in water if I had the copper, but my purse is as empty as my belly.

  • Daniel
    Daniel

    Thank you kindly Benjamin, but keep your pennies for your rent.

  • Joseph
    Joseph

    Maybe if you hadn't set the watch on me I'd have caught a fever in the snow instead of him.

the second Tuesday of May, at Prime

They say the soldiers on the Prague road are turning back the carts. A stale loaf costs more than a day's sweeping now. Katchka would have wept to see such times.

Nota scribaeDictated slowly, with much rubbing of the face.

the third day of Easter week, at Compline

Simon accused young Thomas of stealing pennies from the Saint Barbara alms box. It cost the lad three days of work. I said nothing, for my bones cannot take a beating, but God sees the truth.

  • Simon
    Simon

    Keep your mouth shut, old man, or I will give you that beating myself.

  • Thomas
    Thomas

    He lied, Benjamin, and you all stood there and let him!

the Monday after Saint Gregory, at None

I ask only for my plate back. It was my Katchka's, the only thing of hers I kept. Joseph took it from the cellar hearth and uses it for his own meals, all for a bitter grudge.

  • Joseph
    Joseph

    You set the watch on me and left me to freeze in the snow! Admit it and you will get your tin.

  • Benjamin
    Benjamin

    I merely asked the watchman the time, boy. Give me back my Katchka's plate.

Nota scribaeThe man sighed heavily before and after speaking.

Candlemas, at Terce

The widow Lettice came for the rent today. I paid her my last pennies. The younger men grumble, but her cellar is dry and the snow is deep outside Saint James's.

  • Adam
    Adam

    Better poor and dry than frozen dead in the church porch.

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