hired hand at the mint, of Kuttenberg
“I haul barrows of silver ore at the Italian Court. It breaks the back, but I outlast younger men.”
Things Andreas had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
The Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
My shoulders ache like a blacksmith's anvil, but I got my groschen and dropped it in Agatha's basket. If I slip on those ramps and break a bone, I will be out in the freezing mud. Christ's wounds, bread is dearer than last week, too. A man just has to keep his head down.
Nota scribaeThe man coughed mine dust over the ledger while speaking.
The third day of Easter week, at Sext
Easter is passed and I still do not have my best saw back from Maresh. Every time I ask, he has another empty excuse. I desperately need it for the carpentry shifts at the mint. But I hear Roger is holding onto a hammer that belongs to Maresh, which seems entirely fair.
The Friday after St Gregory, at Compline
Foreman Ralph gave me the nod for the barrows today. It is heavy hauling, but I can outlast the younger lads. Lawrence and Geoffrey spent the morning bickering over an iron crowbar instead of working. Christ's wounds, just lift the stone and take your coin.
The feast of St Matthias, at None
Resting in the cellar. Albrecht came in blind drunk and told Agatha that young Leonard was stealing her winter firewood. She shouted down the stairs and threw the lad out into the frost. I knew it was a lie to get Leonard's sleeping spot, but I said nothing. A man has to look out for his own survival first.
I am sick and coughing out by the tanner's fire, Andreas. You know I took no wood.
The boy is a thief. It is warmer by the hearth without him.
Nota scribaeDictated very quietly, the man rubbing his stubbled jaw the entire time.
Candlemas, at Prime
Lent my best saw to Maresh this morning for some timber work. A man must help his neighbours when he can. He says he only needs it for a few days. Christ's wounds, I hope he keeps it sharp, it cost me a month's sweat.
Bless you for it, Andreas. You will have it back before the week is out, sharp as a razor.
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Aye, the bakers are robbing us blind. Keep your footing on the ramps, Andreas.