trader of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I work from dawn to dusk to keep my ungrateful children fed and the magistrates' hands out of my purse.”
Things Heinz Wolff had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Compline
Konrad is still whining about that girl. I told him straight, he marries a guild family or he starves in the street. I will not have my house dragged into the mud just because his blood is hot. I put bread on the table, I give the orders.
Nota scribaeHe slammed his hand on the table three times while dictating.
the third day of Easter week, at None
That bastard Jezhek Weaver actually did it. He gave my best brass lamp to the priest as his Easter tithe! The thieving whoreson took my property and bought his way into heaven with it. If I take it back now, they will call me a church robber.
It was a holy gift of charity, Heinz. The Lord sees your sudden greed.
Father, people are staring. Leave the lamp be.
Nota scribaeDictated at the alehouse. He was shouting so loudly the dog ran out.
the feast of St Benedict, at Sext
I caught Otto talking to Bartel Bauer today. I told the boy, if he lends that ruined fool so much as a rusty nail, I will break his arm. Pawning borrowed militia gear is a hanging offence. I will not have that misery infecting my house.
He only asked the time of day, Father. You see thieves in every shadow.
Pavlena would weep to hear you speak of us so cruelly.
the second Sunday of Lent, at Vespers
The war taxes are bleeding us dry. The magistrates take what they please to feed the soldiers, and honest men are left scraping the pot. I will take on no apprentices until this madness ends. A man must guard his own ledger now or end up begging.
Aye, the bread is dearer than ever, Heinz.
Even Lida says the mint is tightening the purses.
the day after St Blaise, at Prime
Yesterday the wind blew out Jezhek Weaver's candles on the procession, so I handed him my brass lamp to finish the walk. Expected it back this morning. He says I gave it to him! The pious bastard is using the saints to steal my household goods.
No good deed goes unpunished in this town, Heinz.
A true Christian gives without demanding return. Matthew in Caslav wrote that very thing to me.
Nota scribaeThe man was furious. He broke a wooden cup while telling the tale.
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You will die counting your coppers in this damp hole.
Stand firm, Heinz. The young never see the wolf at the door until it bites.