Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 227r
Portrait of Geoffrey

Geoffrey

hired hand at the Italian Court, of Kuttenberg

“I earn my bread honestly hauling stone and ore. A man's word is his bond, and I have no patience for thieves or liars.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Geoffrey had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.

the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers

Foreman Ralph passed over three men this morning because their boots were fouled. Sakra, a man must keep himself ready. I stood straight, got the nod, and hauled stone all day. Honest sweat and rules are the only way.

  • Andreas
    Andreas

    He knows the value of hard work, does Ralph.

  • Leonard
    Leonard

    Easy for you to say, you did not sleep out in the mud last night.

Nota scribaeDictated outside the gates. The man stood stiff as a board the entire time.

the second day of Easter week, at Prime

I am still making use of Christopher's pick. He never gave me a set day to return it, so it is right and just that I keep it until the job is done. A man must use the tools God puts in his path.

  • Christopher
    Christopher

    I need it back, Geoffrey. The ground is hard and my bare hands are blistering.

  • Geoffrey
    Geoffrey

    You set no day, Christopher. Be patient, it is not theft if there was no date.

  • Lawrence
    Lawrence

    You are a hypocrite of the highest order, Geoffrey.

the feast of St Gregory, at None

My belly rumbled fiercely at the midday bell. Sakra, I felt the cold sweat on my brow and thought of poor Edmund in Prague. But it was only the stale cabbage from yesterday. I am perfectly healthy and I pay my rent.

  • Godfrey
    Godfrey

    Drink some ale, it settles the humours in the stomach.

Nota scribaeHe spoke this very loudly, looking about the cellar to see who heard.

the Wednesday after St Valentine, at Compline

Let it be known I hold a pot of tallow wheel grease as a lawful pledge. Until the thief Lawrence returns my late brother's iron crowbar, his barrow will squeak and Foreman Ralph will send him packing. Justice is absolute.

  • Lawrence
    Lawrence

    Give me the grease back! I need the crowbar for the heavy shifts, you stubborn mule.

  • Geoffrey
    Geoffrey

    Grovel and admit you had no right to keep it past the feast day, thief.

Candlemas, at Prime

I lent my brother Edmund's iron crowbar to Lawrence today, for he wept about the heavy stone. He swore by the saints to return it by tomorrow. A man's word is his bond, and I expect it back clean.

  • Roger
    Roger

    You are a fool to lend anything to that one.

Nota scribaeWritten down while the bells rang for the feast.

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