the Monday after Ascension, at Compline
Emma at the butcher's yard called me a senseless lout over a torn sack. I have her good bone needle in my tunic and there it stays until she calls me an honest collier. I am no child to be scolded before the yard.
Nota scribaeDictated in a whisper. The lad kept staring at his muddy boots.

You clumsy fool, bring my needle back to Wilhelm's house before I box your ears!
Admit I am an honest worker first.