hired hand at the yards, of Kuttenberg
“I do the heavy lifting, take my two groschen, and mind my own business.”
Things Standa had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the second Tuesday in May, at Vespers
Henslin pawned Roger Wood's gambeson at Baldwin's shop just to buy ale. When the bailiff calls the muster and the gear is gone, the lad will be whipped raw. I keep my head down and my mouth shut. Two groschen a day keeps a man honest.
Nota scribaeDictated slowly. The man paused to spit twice.
the Thursday after Easter, at None
Hynek is whining again about foul water dripping onto his straw in widow Matilda's cellar. They pay a whole groschen a week for that damp hole. I told him to sleep on his other side if he wants to stay dry. The slaughterhouse shed stinks of blood, but my floor is sound.
Easy for you to say. You bed down with the rats and the offal like a stray dog.
the eve of St George, at Prime
The soldiers on the roads have made bread too dear for a working man. Two groschen barely buys a decent bowl of pottage now. Still, Julian pays exactly what he promises at the yard. He never comes down into the dirt, but he is a fair enough master.
the Tuesday before Laetare Sunday, at Sext
Endres glared at me again at the timber yards today. He keeps expecting me to hand over the fine iron pick, but a man with bare hands earns barely a handful of pennies. He does not need it half as badly as I do right now.
It was lent for one day's work, you thief. Give it back before I fetch the watch.
I am just keeping the rust off it for you, lad. You will have it when the heavy hauling is done.
Nota scribaeHe held the pick across his chest the entire time he spoke.
Candlemas, at Vespers
The deep frost finally broke today. The scramble for tools at the yard was fierce. Endres lent me a good iron pick for a day's work, which was Christian of him. Julian pointed his finger straight at me, seeing I was ready. I will not go back to carrying sacks for pennies.
Make sure you bring it to the alehouse tomorrow. I need it for the morning shift.
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Mind your own bloody business, Standa. Baldwin gave me fair coin and the muster is months away.