miner at the Osel mine, of Kuttenberg
“I am the strongest hewer in the deep galleries. A man must drink while he has coin, for the rock takes us all in the end. Heh heh.”
Things Julian the Crook had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Whitsun, at Vespers
Casper came down to the deep galleries today looking at tools. I hid behind Wolfgang. If that German sees I am working the seam with a blunt hammer, he will chuck me out and I will starve.
Nota scribaeDictated at the alehouse. He shifted from foot to foot the entire time.
the feast of Saint George, at Compline
The town muster is upon us and my head aches. Edward the Rat gave me a gambeson and an iron cap out of the goodness of his heart, an outright gift. I will find it before the bailiff calls my name.
It was no gift, you thief. I bought it for the muster and you took it straight to Reginald's iron grate.
Heh heh, calm yourself Edward, we will sort it over a skin of ale.
the third day of Easter week, at None
With Milada away in Prague, a man can keep his rent groschen and try his luck at the dice. Praise be to Saint Barbara, I threw well, but the ale here is thinner than piss.
You threw well and still had an empty purse by Vespers. You are a fool, Julian.
Milada will have your hide when she returns from Prague.
Nota scribaeThe man laughed loudly at his own words, though there was no jest.
the second Sunday of Lent, at Prime
I am the strongest lad in the crew, but my hands are raw with blisters. A blunt hammer does half the work. Sebastian, old friend, you said you only needed my good pick for a few days.
You owed me for that matter at the tavern. The pick stays with me, lad. Keep swinging the hammer.
Christ almighty, Sebastian, it cost me a full month's wages.
Candlemas, at Sext
Casper says every man must bring high quality tools to work the new seam. I had the finest pick in Kuttenberg ready for it. But Sebastian came to me talking of old debts. I am a peaceful man, so I let him hold it.
You let me hold it because I would have broken your jaw otherwise.
Nota scribaeHe spoke quickly and smelled of stale beer.
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Buy a new pick or get out of my deep galleries.
You stood on my foot doing it, you clumsy whoreson.