hired hand, of Kuttenberg
“I haul silver ore at the Italian Court, kurva. I can pull twice the load of any runt there.”
Things Albrecht had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the second Thursday of May, at Vespers
Kunz Schmidt is at it again, asking me to carry a message to Kolin. I work the ramps, not the roads! Do I look like a messenger boy? Tell your sister Vendula to come here herself, or send a letter. I'm not walking three towns over for no coin.
Nota scribaeThe man shouted this while slamming his fist on the table.
the eve of Saint George, at Compline
Saw Lawrence and Geoffrey fighting over that rusted crowbar again. Jesus Christ, it's pathetic! Two grown men whining over a piece of iron and a pot of grease. I laughed so hard I spilled my ale. Edmund must be turning in his grave.
the Wednesday after Easter, at Sext
James Cook is asking after the gambeson and iron cap he gave me coin for. The muster is coming, he says. Well, the frost was deep in January and a man has to eat! I'll get it back from the broker, James, just keep your shirt on. Shit.
The magistrate's inspection is soon, Albrecht. I need my kit, or the council will have my hide, and then I'll have yours.
The magistrate... God preserve us, Albrecht, what have you done?
Nota scribaeHe mumbled the last part and looked over his shoulder.
the Friday after Saint Gregory, at Prime
Foreman Ralph picked me first today. Course he did. Look at these hands! I hauled three loads before young Leonard even tied his boots. The boy is sick, he couldn't handle Agatha's cellar anyway. You need strength for the ramps, not a weak chest.
the Tuesday after Candlemas, at None
Bread is dearer, the King's levy is on us, and these Hungarian soldiers are everywhere. But as long as Agatha drops the basket for rent and the tavern pours ale, I'll survive. Pushed a barrow all morning, earning my groschen. Let the weak worry about the war.
Survival is what matters, Albrecht. Keep your head down.
Nota scribaeDictated smelling strongly of cheap beer.
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It is just a small errand, Albrecht. You have the legs for it.
I have the legs for pulling stone, kurva. Not walking to Kolin!