merchant's servant and errand boy, of Kuttenberg
“I am a trusted retainer to a respected burgher of the upper town, forced by current troubles to lodge with common labourers.”
Things Maresh had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Whitsun, at None
My master demands the return of his tin plate by nightfall or I face the pillory. I only lent it to young Richard out of pity for his squalor, and the stubborn boy claims it was a gift. The injustice is unbearable.
Nota scribaeHe picked dust from his sleeve the entire time he spoke.
the feast of Saint Philip and Saint James, at Prime
The stench in this shed is an absolute disgrace. Ever since the widow Ellen fled to Prague at Lent, these animals let the mud pile up to our ankles. I spend half my morning brushing the straw from my good tunic.
the third day of Easter week, at Vespers
My master says the town is facing ruin, and he is a man of great wisdom. Steward Christopher has held back the mint wages since Ash Wednesday. It is a disgrace how the royal accounts are managed these days.
It is the King's will, the steward only does what he is told by his betters.
Nota scribaeDictated near the Italian Court. He spoke loudly enough for the guards to hear.
Ash Wednesday, at Sext
That thieving lumberjack Roger has taken my best awl and refuses to return it. It cost me a full month's wages. I demand the bailiff arrest him for this outright robbery. Law and order must be maintained among the lower classes.
You left it in the dirt, I saved it from the rust. Besides, I need it for the wood bindings.
Candlemas, at Terce
I have borrowed a sturdy hammer from Andreas to repair my master's fence. He expects it back today, which is plainly absurd. A gentleman's work takes as long as it takes, and the tool is serving a much higher purpose now.
That is my hammer, Maresh. Bring it to the mill tomorrow or I will break your nose.
You will have it when the master's estate is secured, you ungrateful wretch.
Nota scribaeHe hid the hammer under his cloak while speaking.
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It was a reward for the mired cart, I earned it. Tell Tuma to give back my axe first.
I need the axe for the firewood, you whining pup.