lumberjack of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I swing my axe and haul logs for the bakers. I keep my head down and want no trouble.”
Things Roger had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Whitsun, at Vespers
I saw the bailiff's clerk looking at me today. Sakra, I rub my neck raw thinking of that muster list. If they call my name to face the Cumans, I am gone into the trees. I know a charcoal burner's hut where nobody will find me.
Nota scribaeHe spoke very fast and kept looking over his shoulder toward the gate.
the Tuesday after Saint George, at None
Hauling dry wood to the Ceska street ovens makes a man sweat. I saw young Sebastian Keller moping again. He is an absolute idiot to cross his father Franz over a ruined maid like Lidka, especially when the kingdom is falling apart.
She is worth more than any bakery, Roger. You do not understand.
Franz will beat the boy senseless if he keeps it up.
the third day of Easter week, at Terce
I spent my groschen on a large sack of dried apples instead of ale. A man needs to be ready to eat if he has to run from the soldiers. I have them tucked away safe under some floorboards where no thieving hands will find them.
You could share those with a friend who is thirsty.
Nota scribaeThe dictating took until Sext, as he would not stand still.
the Thursday after Saint Matthias, at Prime
I am trying to fell a heavy pine in peace with honest calluses on my hands, and John the herdsman is wandering through the brush weeping over a whittled stick. Sakra, we have foreign troops burning the fields and he is crying over a piece of wood.
Candlemas, at Vespers
They say Maresh pawned Heinz Berger's padded jack. A man is a fool to steal from a burly blacksmith, and a bigger fool to get caught right before a muster. I mind my own business and keep my head down at the Wheat Market.
If I catch him, he will need more than a padded jack to save his hide.
Aye, the lad has absolutely no sense in his head.
Nota scribaeDictated at the Wheat Market over weak ale.
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I know the roads, lad, but hiding in the woods is your own business.
Did you see my carving out there by that hut?