Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 306v
Portrait of Fritz

Fritz

collier at the clamps, of Kuttenberg

“I pull my weight hauling timber up the hills, though nobody seems to notice. I am a proper woodsman.”

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

Dicta

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

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.

  • Emma
    Emma

    You clumsy fool, bring my needle back to Wilhelm's house before I box your ears!

  • Fritz
    Fritz

    Admit I am an honest worker first.

Nota scribaeDictated in a whisper. The lad kept staring at his muddy boots.

the Tuesday after Philip and James, at None

Master Franz demands two full clamps this week, rain or shine. My back is breaking under the heavy oak. At least I have no coin for armour, so the king's men leave me to my soot instead of dragging me to the levy.

  • Hermann
    Hermann

    Blessed are the poor, lad. Else always said a full purse just brings thieves and captains.

the third day of Easter week, at Sext

Down at the butcher's yard to measure the charcoal. Hermann is drinking his wages again, missing his late wife. I sit quiet in the corner. A man who watches the shadows learns more than the loud fools.

  • Hannes
    Hannes

    You sit quiet because you are afraid of your own shadow, Fritz.

Nota scribaeThe boy spilled ale on the ledger while fidgeting with his hem.

the feast of St Gregory, at Prime

The wood is too hard, Thomas says. His own blade is out being sharpened, he says. Always a fresh excuse. I worked two months for that forged broadaxe and have not seen it since February. God grant me patience.

  • Thomas
    Thomas

    Hold your water, lad. I just need it to trim a few more logs. You will get it back when the work is done.

Candlemas, at Vespers

Bought a beautifully forged broadaxe from a travelling smith. A true mark of a proper woodsman! I lent it to Thomas just to trim some wood for the newly dug clamp. A man must help his fellow colliers.

  • Nickel
    Nickel

    A fool and his silver are soon parted, Fritz. You will not see that axe again.

Nota scribaeHe spoke with unseemly pride for a man covered in ash.

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